For more than 20 years, approximately since 1992, I have been subjected to illegal persecution by the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine. This statement of mine is a list, far from all the episodes of the crime committed against me, all these years.

After graduating from the university, in 1989, I could not leave for America right away, because the conditions for entry had changed. After that, I unsuccessfully tried to find a job for several years, and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, realizing that there was nothing more to look forward to, I opened a small enterprise and began to engage in the computer business.

In 1995, against me, by order of the bank "Ukraine", the prosecutor's office of the Dnepropetrovsk district of the city of Dnepropetrovsk, a criminal case was initiated and as a result of fraudulent actions of employees of the department for combating economic crimes (Soviet OBHSS), in the premises of the Dnipropetrovsk regional department, in the presence of my lawyer Vasily Zhivov, on June 2, 1995, at about 5 pm, I was illegally arrested and was in custody for 111 days, of which, 21 days, after the end of the sanction for my arrest.

The arrest was authorized by Vladimir Petrov, the prosecutor of the Dnipropetrovsk district of the city of Dnepropetrovsk. The wife of this prosecutor worked as a lawyer in the bank "Ukraine", the same bank ordered criminal cases against me and five other businessmen - clients of the same bank. By a "strange" coincidence, all those arrested were Jews. As far as I know, no criminal cases were initiated against non-Jews. This information, in response to my surprised question, was given to me by the head of this department for combating economic crimes, Yuri Klimov.

Shortly before the arrest, prosecutor Petrov asked me for a copy of the tax report. I remember that I had to arrive at the prosecutor's office by a certain time, and I had an old dot-matrix line printer and it took a long time to print, and I simply did not have time. I printed one copy of the report and decided that I would make a copy in the tax office - they had a copier, and I had a good relationship with them. When I arrived at the tax office, there was a break. Inspector Marina, I don’t remember her last name, looked at my report, made a note in herself that I handed it over to her and literally told me: “Take him to the prosecutor’s office, and I will tell them that you were and handed over the report.” Here... Next, Petrov sent Klimov's operatives to check whether the report that I brought him coincides with what I handed over to the tax office and Marina abruptly forgot that I showed her this report and that she made a note that I gave it to her. This circumstance was interpreted by Petrov and the trash as falsification of tax returns and used as a formal reason for my arrest. There is only one problem - the falsification of tax reporting is the deliberate introduction of knowingly false information into the tax declaration, and not the absence of a copy of the tax report from the tax inspector. In addition, in those years, the tax authorities did not give the entrepreneur any evidence that the report had been submitted. The report that I brought to Petrov did not contain false information ... That is, in the way that they arrested me, it was possible to arrest any passerby on the street. Already after the arrest, Klimov openly told me that Petrov called him to him, gave him my papers and demanded that I be brought to justice.

In response to a complaint about illegal arrest filed by my parents to the prosecutor of the Dnepropetrovsk region, they received a response stating that I was arrested as a suspect in a serious crime, in a group of people.

I ran my own company. And I also conducted all the affairs of my company alone. And as far as I know, before the arrest, none of those arrested, in similar cases, knew or met those others with whom, trashers and prosecutors, he was combined into a group of people. There were only two circumstances on which we could be united in a group: we were all Jews and we all used the services of Bank Ukraine. Those. it was just a Jewish pogrom, organized by the prosecutor and the trash, to cover up the illegal lending activities of the bank "Ukraine", which, in the end, led to the collapse of this bank.

During the arrest, all the property that belonged to me and my company was completely plundered by trashers and criminals.

The first few nights after my arrest, I spent where I was arrested - in the Dnepropetrovsk regional department, the city of Dnepropetrovsk, where I was handcuffed to a heating pipe for the night, then from June 5 to July 3, 1995, I was in the Dnipropetrovsk temporary detention facility, where a large part of the time I spent in a cell in which there were so many bugs that you could only sleep while standing, shifting from foot to foot, tucking your trousers into your socks, because the bugs climbed up the shoes and trousers, from the cracks between the floorboards, or during the day when the parasites partially hid. The bugs bit through clothes, but if you sleep standing up, not the whole body, but only the soles of the feet were constantly reddish and swollen from bites.

In this, as well as in other cells, despite the summer heat, the windows were either completely closed, or insignificant, very narrow gaps were open, which did not compensate for the natural human need for oxygen.

The first two weeks, just because my "face" did not like the head of the TDF shift, I was refused to receive packages from my parents and I was starving, because of the extremely meager diet of the prisoner. This trashers just made some kind of mark on the cover of my case, as a result of which I was deprived of sleep and food. No judgment, no opportunity to appeal. Simply, the will of a sadist in the form of a Musorsky, who, in his ordinary, routine work, has a "joy" - the opportunity to torture a Jew. Next, another episode will be described with the participation of the same change of trashers - cannibals.

Periodically, completely exhausted by insomnia and hunger, I was taken to interrogations, trying to force me to testify against myself, in such a weakened state.

After two weeks of torture, Yuri Klimov openly offered me to take over what they would give me to sign and serve, “quietly”, for 2-3 years. I immediately called a lawyer and said that I would not sign anything. After that, the tortures of insomnia and hunger continued.

Once, the trashers did not have time to finish the interrogation and I was again left to spend the night in the regional department. At about 5 am, the officer on duty at the regional department removed the handcuffs from me, gave me a broom and asked me to sweep the steps at the entrance to the regional department. I agreed because I just wanted to get some air, but I could see from his behavior that he wanted to provoke me to run away. He even went deeper into the room, leaving me completely alone. Since I did not sign any papers offered to me, the trashers, apparently, decided to simply kill or maim me while trying to escape, but I did not succumb to the provocation. When the attendant returned, he looked very upset and disappointed, and I realized that I had correctly guessed the assassination organized by trashers.

In order to instill in the prisoners the idea that they were destined for slaughter, to suppress the will to resist, to fight for themselves, dog fights were regularly held in the Musor dog kennel, which was located under the windows of the temporary detention facility. At night, the barking of fighting dogs and the deathly howl of dying dogs could be heard from there.

Around the second half of June 1995, I was transferred to another cell that was free of bed bugs. There I witnessed a gang rape: several young women were kept in the next cell, with whom the guards of the detention center had fun at night. Somehow, on a "walk", one of the priests brought one of these prisoners and offered it to me for 10 dollars... In general, after lights out, the door of this cell was often wide open, they were drinking alcohol, music was playing, laughter and cheerful voices of female prisoners and garbage collectors - guards.

But that day, or rather the evening, I remembered separately, because, before going to bed, I heard screams, abuse and the sounds of blows in the next cell. There was a fight and a beating. Having beaten the women, because one of them refused to fulfill some whim of the garbage, and then, after all the same, having satisfied the lust, the garbage was taken out of the neighboring cell of some young prisoner, right in the corridor, forced to strip naked, seated into a bath basin and stretching out a shower hose, they began to pour water over him and insult him, and then they threw a bar of soap at him and, under pain of beating, forced him to wash in this basin, in front of the beaten women. I heard him crying in fear and humiliation as the popcaris told him exactly how he should bathe. Then the garbage left, leaving the door of the cell, with the women open, and I heard the women help this guy by giving him a towel and a sheet so he wouldn't stand naked in the hallway.

Then the popcaris returned, locked the women in, first hitting the one who gave the sheet, and the prisoner they mocked was forced to clean the corridor after everything that had happened there. Hearing that they would not beat him, he, crying, already with joy, fussily cleaned the corridor, all the time, for no reason, thanks to the priests.

In addition, a few hours before this incident, a new prisoner was placed in our cell, who looked quite natural. He didn't look like a prisoner. He was not nervous, he was not depressed, there were no signs of stress. But as soon as the screams began in the corridor, this new one began to look into the gap under the “feeding trough” and lament that women were being raped there. At the same time, he kept looking back at us, clearly offering an action of defiance. There were about 10 people in the cell, but neither I nor anyone else reacted to the provocateur.

After a month of such bullying and torture: suffocation, insomnia, bedbugs, hunger, dog fights, provocateurs who were in the same cell with me and the atrocities of the IVS guards, on July 3, 1995, I was transferred to Dnepropetrovsk Detention Center No. 2.

Throughout the entire period of my stay in SIZO No. 2, they did not allow me to see a lawyer, they did not give me the opportunity to write to my parents. I was completely isolated from the outside world, from my rights and from the ability to protect myself, maintain my health. It was torture, torture to death. I had to, I simply had to, take on the problems with corruption loans from the bank "Ukraine".

No one explained my rights to me, I was not informed why I was under arrest, I was not charged, I was not informed that the sanction for my arrest had expired. No one released me after the expiration of this term.

After I had a stroke, I was not provided with appropriate medical care and, on the contrary, with garbage, they waited about 8 hours for me to die.

In fact, the arrest was used as torture, in order to force me to admit something that did not really happen, or simply kill me, disguising the murder as a natural death and later write off, on my small firm, all the problems of the bank "Ukraine".

While in the pre-trial detention center, I also became a witness to the murder of a prisoner who was beaten to death with popcari clubs, because he, somewhere in a public place, in a domestic quarrel with garbage in civilian clothes, hit this garbage with a knife and he, from injury, died. This prisoner was killed at night, for several hours, slowly. At first he screamed, screamed so loudly that everyone woke up, then only groans were heard, then, after each blow, a distinct squelching became audible - apparently his lungs were beaten off. After that, his voice was no longer heard, only the voices of the executioners were heard. They discussed what they would write as the cause of death.

Twice, I witnessed the "debriefing" - a mass execution used by garbage in order to intimidate the uncomplaining obedience to which the prisoners were subjected, in the neighboring building, which was located opposite. The essence of this procedure was that a special detachment of garbage, equipped to suppress the rebellion in the prison, passed into the prison building. They worked out their actions, as if during a mutiny, but at the same time, there was no mutiny, and the prisoners continued to be in the cells, into the open “feeding troughs” of which bursts were fired from machine guns, blank cartridges and flash-bang grenades were thrown. Gunpowder smoke billowed from the windows of the cells; What happened to those prisoners who at that time were in these cells?

These and other actions, which the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine performs with impunity, are aimed at instilling in citizens a sense of fear and helplessness before police terror, in order to suppress a sense of civic dignity, in order to achieve slavish obedience of citizens.

Due to the fact that for two months I practically did not sleep and did not eat, and was also under constant pressure from garbage and provocateurs - cellmates who, on the instructions of the garbage, put pressure on me and developed me, on August 3, 1995, in on my birthday, at about 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning, in the pre-trial detention center, I had a stroke, after which, for many years, I had serious memory problems, which lasted until about 2001, when one of the doctors I knew, prescribed me new drugs that restore cerebral circulation and something happened that I no longer believed in - my memory began to recover. Before that, I did not recognize people I knew on the street, I could not remember their names and who they were. I hardly remembered only that I had seen a man somewhere and heard his voice.

In the pre-trial detention center, medical assistance was not provided to me in due measure and in a timely manner. The paramedic came only in the evening at 4 or 5 o'clock, when it became obvious that I would not die quickly. In addition, as time went on and I did not get better, I, realizing what was happening, decided to write a note to my parents. This somewhat frightened my cellmates, and they began to knock on the door and demand a paramedic. Upon arrival, the paramedic gave me the minimum amount of medication, just to bring down the pressure. The paramedic did not provide me with any drugs that restore cerebral circulation, and I could not get them in a timely manner. This caused serious harm to my health, in particular, in addition to a partial loss of memory of the past, it caused insomnia, which I still suffer from.

After my release from custody, which took place on September 21, 1995, at first I could not travel in transport and drive, because I began to feel dizzy and nauseous. It felt like the road was leaning back towards me.

I went to the hospital and there they found a violation of the electrical conductivity of the cerebral hemispheres, they explained to me that these were the consequences of a stroke, but as a result of the pressure exerted by garbage on doctors, I was deprived of further medical care.

After my release, in the fall of 1995, I was ill all the time, but in the winter of 1995-1996, I became very ill. I got a high temperature. I remember that it was a frosty, sunny morning and my mother gave me a thermometer so that I could take my temperature. I measured, my mother asks how much, but I see, but I can’t pronounce it out loud. The temperature was 41.5 degrees Celsius.

One of my friends worked at the Dnepropetrovsk Medical Institute. I called him and asked what to do? He said that they received a new, strong antibiotic - cyprobay and began to make pills from it themselves, for their own needs. The mother immediately went to him and he gave her, not sold, but simply gave, a plastic bottle containing 10 tablets. About an hour after taking the first pill, the temperature began to decrease and my condition began to improve.

In addition, I was worried about small itchy ulcers that began to appear on my body. I went to a dermatologist and he explained to me that this is "prison" scabies, which is caused by parasites and differs in the course of the disease and external manifestations from those forms of scabies that occur outside the prison. The dermatologist prescribed me some kind of liquid, with which I smeared the body several times and the scabies disappeared. Also, this dermatologist asked if I had a high temperature? I said that I had, and then he explained to me that the high temperature I had was most likely the result of streptostaphylloderma, an infection that accompanies prison scabies and is common in prison.

As soon as I was released from prison, on a written undertaking not to leave, the persecution began against me, in which, by garbage, almost everyone I knew and with whom I communicated was involved. If now the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the SBU use high-tech equipment in the information war against me, then in those years they simply disabled all the fax machines with which I tried to transfer documents to the West. I still have two burnt faxes lying around and another lost somewhere in the repair shop. In order to obtain information about what I am going to do to restore my rights and to return the stolen property, as well as to intimidate me and my parents, even those with whom my parents were friends or communicated were used. Garbage, quite arbitrarily and with impunity, spread slander about me, for example, that supposedly I ... - a cunning "thief" who robbed everything! Ukraine. The purpose of these actions was to isolate me from friends, business partners, suppress me and my attempts to restore justice.

Once I stayed with an accountant who was recommended to me by one of my childhood friends. This was immediately after his release, in early October 1995. We worked with the documents for several hours, then talked a little, and then ... it was already past midnight and at first I decided that the girl did not mind that I should stay until the morning, but it turned out that this was not so and I realized that she, why - it just plays for time, it is not clear for what reason, and for some reason she became nervous. In general, I said goodbye, got into the car and drove home. Having driven away from her house, about 500 meters, I found that the narrow, only 2 lanes, Suvorov Street, was blocked by halves of champagne bottles, split with "roses" and neatly, in a checkerboard pattern, arranged in three rows, for the entire width of the street . The remains of crushed glass, as well as the necks of broken bottles, were neatly scattered along the glass line, on both sides, across the entire width of the street and shone in the headlights. I turned left and drove around the barrier on the sidewalk, drove home.

I was persecuted, literally at every step, they didn’t let me earn money and, in fact, starved my family because I refused to recognize and sign the police nonsense that the prosecutor’s office planted on me.

But I did not commit any crimes, and in order to artificially create a crime, the OBEP officers stole, from the documents confiscated from me, one of the contracts for the purchase of goods, as a result of which the amount of taxation of one of the transactions I conducted for the sale of this goods changed. But it was a contract for the purchase of just one fax machine "Panasonic KX-F50" and it turns out that I was in prison, due to artificially created, controversial tax evasion, from the amount of ... 200 dollars!

In addition, as can be seen from the letter from the head of the tax office, my arrest prevented an audit of the activities of my company, because I myself handled the business.

After being released from custody, the tax inspectorate conducted a thorough audit of my company and found that I violated the repressive Decree of the Cabinet of Ministers of Ukraine No. the budget was transferred, in the form of only one of the taxes ...

For this “serious” violation, I was fined about $10,000 by the IRS.

Despite all the “seriousness” of the violations of the tax legislation committed by me, they could not be the basis for initiating a criminal case, but only an administrative offense, about which an appropriate protocol was drawn up.

My commercial activities with prejudice, under pressure from the prosecutor's office and trshers, were checked by two tax inspectorates: Dnepropetrovsk and Babushkinsky districts of the city of Dnepropetrovsk, and everything that the checks could find is set out in the Resolution on an administrative offense ...

What was the real basis for criminal prosecution, for taking me into custody?

When, in 2000, I tried to leave Ukraine, the Information Center of the Department of Internal Affairs of the city of Dnepropetrovsk issued me a certificate stating that, according to the records of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine, I am listed as ... convicted, although I was not even charged, not to say nothing of the fact that there was no trial and no sentence. In addition, in this certificate it was written that I was on trial on the basis of a criminal case allegedly initiated against me in 1997, which I had never seen and about which I had never heard anything.

In addition, this certificate does not contain any mention of the criminal case that was initiated in 1995, in the framework of which I was arrested.

When I tried to find a lawyer and turned to the one I knew, he gave me an ultimatum: in order to leave Ukraine, I must write a receipt stating that I have no claims against Bank Ukraina. I refused to write this receipt.

The reason why I refused to do so is described in my parents' statement.

The grounds for my arrest were materials fabricated by trashers - OBEP officers, on the orders of the prosecutor Petrov, which, again, was directly stated to me by the head of the department, Klimov.

As a result of many years of arbitrariness, irreparable harm was done to me: my health was destroyed, I was deprived of the opportunity to realize myself and, in fact, the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine declared me its slave.

During the entire period, from 1992 to the present, I have been subjected to almost continuous trashers persecution, with which they try to force me to run, RUN, only run, leaving everything, run, run in horror from trashers.

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