I fell in love with Katya when I felt we were in tune, had the same rhythm of life. She has an unlimited feeling of inner freedom. Our first date almost ended with detainment: after we left the coffee shop Katya suggested we should go to one of the election stations [events took place at the time of 2015 election]. And someone called the police there. When we left the police station, we laughed aloud.

Each new stage makes our relationship even deeper. It feels like we stay in the world created by our love. Even during our meeting at Valadarka we laughed and joked a lot.

Katya doesn't complain about health or emotional pressure. It seems to me she is in a calm state now; it's reassuring that she will hold on and will complete this journey honourably.

We both feel morally exhausted, though. Imprisonment is a great daily challenge. You should resist anger, resist letting prison inside your soul. People in the majority of prisons are common criminals. Conditions there incubate the worst in people. That's why it is so important not to be influenced by the inmate relationship rules where people are enemies to each other.

But Katya is holding on. She is supported and loved by her family and me, she believes she did everything right.

When Katya was born, it was a great happiness for our family, she was a long-wanted child. The atmosphere she grew up in can be called the atmosphere of Love with no exaggeration.

Katya was a curious child. I have a whole book of her sayings, 'from two to five years', so to say. Some of those sayings stayed with her in her adult life.

There is a photo in my husband's office, Katy's grandfather, which was taken in 1966 at the famous 'Boy and a Swan' fountain. When three-year-old Katya first saw it, she said, 'Ayla [Katya's name for her grandmother Alla Nikolaevna], grandpa, young nasekomovye!' (a distorted word, assumingly, referring to a Russian 'nasekomye' ('insects') – translator's note). It was probably the swan's wing that provoked such an association in her imagination. Anyway, our and Katya's letters now end with the words 'young nasekomovye'.

As a child, Katya showed an inclination to languages and at the end of school time, the ability to make independent decisions. She graduated from the Belarusian gymnasium No. 23 and was the only one to deliver a speech in Belarusian at her graduation. And at the age of 16 she entered the faculty of Spanish language at Minsk State Linguistics University (MSLU).

During her third year at the uni she decided to go to a small village in the Pyrenees, which was completely unexpected for us. She spent almost two years in Spain: worked with an ecological programme, taught Russian, English and Spanish to the immigrants.

And she thumbed down her way back across Europe. And on her way home, she participated in the People's Journalist contest and won one of the prestigious nominations which was again, very unexpected for us. That was when she decided to be a journalist. And she made her professional way all by herself even though genes must have contributed to that: Katya is the third-generation journalist on her grandfather's side.

Katya came to Belsat to work in spring 2017. It was the time when protests of 'welfare parasites' took place, and I was in charge of organizing live streams. I was looking for people capable of live streaming events; the field was just emerging and there were very few professionals in it. I remembered Katya from RFE / RL streams and contacted her. She agreed to air it at once. And she's always been light on feet.

Her early days at the TV channel were tough: protests continued, we had to work sometimes without even a day off. So she did! In any setting: rain, snow, in a light coat.

Our viewers liked her a lot, sometimes watched only for Katya Andreeva. When she was detained, people commented, 'Katya is great, come one, we'll come and get you for Katya!' She is very lively, genuine, and emotional. People love her for that, she was always compassionate to the participants of rallies.

She never wanted to be an editor or an ordinary journalist, to sit at the office. Her calling is to work in the field.

Yet at the same time Katya is a skilled interviewer. She worries for her heroes. There was an article about a former KGB officer, and his father had a heart attack because of this story. Katya recorded an interview with the father, hung up the phone and started crying, 'I wrote an article which caused the man a heart attack.' She is very caring.

I had a long visit to Dasha recently, it lasted 24 hours. I visited her in prison together with her sister. There is a room like a dormitory. Phones are not allowed, so I took several photos of Dasha as a child to entertain her and her favourite home clothes.

I wanted to take her home so badly! We cried all night, all three of us. But what's there to do…

Dasha wanted to be a journalist since school years, she had an inclination to writing. I didn't understand this for a long time: why was she drawn to this field so much? No one in the family does anything similar, we are rather ordinary physical workers: factory workers, drivers.

When she was in the 11th grade, she started to talk more about journalism. I considered it a joke. But she just stated the fact to me.

I could not accept her choice at first—I understood what kind of country we lived in. And journalists are targets, it's nothing like working at a factory. She worked at Belsat, so there was always close attention. She received fines; a district police officer was looking for her.

Our mothers were friends so we almost grew up together. And now we are still friends despite our different situations.

Dasha is a precious person to me, a very good friend. She is kind and sympathetic, always ready to help when it's needed. She is also purpose driven.

She's had an amazing feature since childhood: she would think of something but wouldn't say a thing before it's done. The same happened with her profession. It was obvious she liked it. She used to work all the time, read, and study something. She used to say, 'I like it! I like sleeping for four hours, studying everything, diving deep into a topic.'

I learned about her detainment from my mother and I was shocked. It was extremely hard to believe. It was terrible because we were just texting and then she suddenly disappeared. One day, two days, and then the news broke.

One piece of information contradicted the other, there were some bogus stories about everyone to be released. Parents rushed there and waited. I still can't believe it, it's so unfair! I can't wrap my head around the idea that these things are actually happening, people get shut, intimidated.

I have known Daria Chultsova for several years. We met for the first time at some event in Mahiliou, where we both lived at the time.

Dasha studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Mahiliou University and was always interested in social and political life. This engagement was the very thing that distinguished her among her fellow students. She was interested in what happened around her.

I think it's not much you can learn about your profession at the university, you have to work and train. So Dasha started to develop in journalism already while studying. Yet her true path in the profession started with our joint work for Belsat in the early 2019.

She was interested in ordinary people's problems. We often had stories about a leaking roof or holes in asphalt, all the usual every-day issues.

Some people are born to do certain things. That can be said about Dasha: she is a 100% natural journalist. She chose this path herself even though her family tried to talk her out of it. Dasha is devoted to her work so much that, I'm sure, she will return to journalism once released.