It was the first stool pigeon that I remember. I don't have any record. I didn't intend to record anything. I didn't even have a voice recorder. I just lived. It was a day off. Summer was ending. I had absolutely no idea what was ahead of me. It was evening, the weather was fine, and I went for a walk before going to bed...
I don’t remember, I stopped somewhere and saw some man, about 25 years old, a little taller than me, thin ... He asked how to get somewhere, to some disco, next to the "Metallurg" stadium and he said that he was not local, and I was just driving to approximately the area where he needed to get and I told him that I would give him a ride. I wasn't in the trucking business and didn't intend to be. I was going to work, make a career, start a family... live a normal life... But that wasn't the case... Now I understand that I had to start making plans by changing my country of residence...
In general, the “tourist” who got into my car first told his legend - who he was and where he came from, and then asked where the pederasts were gathering here? I immediately turned to the side of the road and began to slow down to drop him off, and he began to recover, saying that they say that Dneproperdovsk is run by pederasts, and so he wants to know where they are, these same pederasts are going to look at them.. I didn’t understand anything at all... I stopped the car and asked him several times what he needed, he again began to recover and telling what he supposedly needed, he used excerpts from the jokes that I told... and rearranging the words so that it does not sound funny, but, let's say, indecent...
I suppressed in myself a distant feeling left from the USSR... I did not understand that this was an ordinary KGB officer... Back in the USSR, I traveled several times with decoys, but it was not at all like what I had before I came across... I didn’t even suggest that it could be KGBer... After all, there is no KGB in Ukraine... I decided that he just got high, or sniffed something and he had verbal diarrhea... I thought that he will now get out of the car and I will forget about the idiot forever... But it wasn’t there... It was the first call... And I didn’t have to forget about him...
I did not understand that in Ukraine there is a secret political police - its own KGB, the same as in the USSR, only much worse. I didn’t understand that there was no Ukraine at all, that there was only the KGB, or rather, the OUN Security Council ... I didn’t understand that the task of this organization was to build a nationalist, fascist state of Ukrainians and that in order to build such a state they destroy everyone who laughs over them... And I, just, told funny anecdotes about them...
And whatever reality they are now trying to create around me to try to convince me that black is white and white is grey-brown-crimson... They attacked me, no later than August 2002, and possibly before, because the crimp operative who got into my car already had information about me, that is, this information, earlier, was already collected by someone and it was stored in my file, and the investigator is my killer, who is conducting this case, to this day, ordered his operatives to get into my car and put psychological pressure on me in connection with my way of thinking... And they attacked precisely for the jokes that I told and began to break and kill me, everything that is dear to me, so that I stopped criticizing them, stopped laughing...
And already when they fired me from my job, I don't remember exactly, in 2005, I think one of them came up to me on the street and said that I owed them, 40,000 dollars, for the higher education that I received in USSR and that until I pay off all my debts, they will not let me leave Ukraine. I asked him who it was "them" and he answered me - the state. That is, they are civil servants who act on behalf of the state. That is, they are this state... The State of Ukraine.
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