nd he lay with a blissful smile,

Even the cheekbones smile brought...

But it must be the last piece of evidence.

That smile was for death.

A. Galich. "Spell".

Trashers kill families. They attack families and that is why they have been able to suppress any protest voice for so long. They entered my house and started killing my cats. They made all Dnepropetrovsk veterinarians killers of my cats. At the same time, at least since August 2004, they have been watching all this with the help of video cameras installed in my apartment.

I hope this entry will help set the tone in the minds of those who oppose the regime. This is especially true for those who shout: "The police are with the people!" I also hope that acquaintance with the works of Böll, Shalamov, Solzhenitsyn, Galich, Ginzburg and others will help them understand that the police perceive citizens only in the form of an organized column, people dressed in rags, dejectedly marching to the place of slave labor, under escort .

This is a fragment of a conversation between me and two decoys that took place on the night of July 26, 2008, in my car, which I was forced to use as a taxi. Depriving me of all means of subsistence and turning my cats into hostages, garbage specially drove in my car, under the guise of ordinary passengers, enjoying the fact that they can, with the help of dumb hostages, mock me with impunity and force a theoretical physicist to take them for pennies while trying to explain to me exactly what I have to do so that they stop killing my cats...

I hope my readers understand that this is a system of power and anyone can be attacked that way. At the end of the conversation, the garbage tells me that I am like Sakharov and that he was also alone.

I'm really alone. I am alone, because the trash managed to recruit my family and get from supposedly respectable German burghers a complete carte blanche to destroy me. The police are chasing me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, just because I can't break into the German embassy to report that my relatives are spying for the Ukrainian police regime. The espionage mission of my relatives is to isolate and suppress the dissident. If it were not for their assistance to the police authorities of Ukraine, then perhaps the West would have learned earlier about what is really happening in Ukraine, and perhaps there would have been no victims, in December 2013-January 2014.

I am sure that the external Ukrainian intelligence recruits, outside of Ukraine, family and friends, the entire social circle of those who are being destroyed inside Ukraine by the current Ukrainian regime. This is how the Ukrainian special services organize isolation, and until the repressive agencies left by the USSR, the SBU (KGB) and the police, are abolished, until the last operar surrenders his last informer, the state of Ukraine will be a police state, a state belonging to guards who, both all together and each individually will have the opportunity to wage an undeclared war without rules, against their own people, against their own country, and using their provocative capabilities, they and only they will decide who has, who lives, who governs.

And as long as Ukrainian lawyers have the right and opportunity to decide for themselves who has and who does not have the right to defend their fundamental rights from attacks by the state, legal chaos will be an integral attribute of Ukraine.

A lawyer who refuses to defend a person from violation of fundamental rights should be deprived of his license automatically and for life.

So... a staging with the aim of suppressing dissident Alexander Mednik, organized and implemented with the help of two planters who, under the guise of ordinary passengers, got into my car on the night of July 26, 2008.

[Me] – Me.

[P 1] - Plant #1.

[P 2] - Plant #2.

P 1 - He drove the professors in and said: "Do you want your family to live? You'll work for me!" And that's it...

Me - Who did you drive in? Didn't I hear?

P 1 - All the professors... professors... All these fucking smart guys, all the fucking smart ones...

P 2 - Damn the brothers...

P 1 - All the smart ones of the whole union to hell...

Me - What, to a camp?

P 1 - They drove them into a camp and said: "Do you want your family to live?"...

P 2 - Your children, did they continue to live? I think a person will do anything, just so that uh...

P 1 - For the sake of the family - fuck!!

Me - Well, why, why not... Professors are like culture, like... People without culture are everything, they're a herd...

P 2 - Well, well... Will there be new professors...

Me - Will there be new ones??

P 1 - Well, well...

P 2 - ….. The Soviet Union, I think, ... (inaudible)

P 1 - He'll say: "No, I won't go!" - Duh! In the temple! What, wasn't it like that, Vasya?

P 2 - Well, what about Sakharov? Alone?

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