2011 06 23. Trophy camera
"Olympus".
I discovered the loss of my camera the next day after I renounced my Ukrainian citizenship and returned to Dnepropetrovsk, on June 23, 2011, at about 17:00, when I got off a minibus after I had been in the "Polina" store where I had bought food for my cats. I was tired after the trip, not having slept enough, and I clearly remembered that I had approached the counter in the "Polina" store with a camera, but then I didn’t remember. I immediately called the store and asked if I had forgotten the camera there, but the salespeople told me that I hadn’t left anything behind, and I decided that maybe I had lost the camera in the minibus, so I got into a regular taxi and went to catch up with the minibus. I didn't find the minibus I was taking home... Anyway, the camera was gone...
When I went into the "Polina" store a few days later, I was extremely surprised by the heartfelt story the salesperson told me that I had allegedly come to their store without a camera... It was a lie. I remember that I came to the store with a camera and I remember where I put it. I realized that it was the salespeople who had stolen my camera, that their apparent friendliness was actually treachery. But the thieves decided to divert suspicion and gave themselves away.
A week later, I went into the store again, for food, and again, a different salesperson, also started telling me that I allegedly came to their store without a camera and she definitely remembers it...
And exactly a month later, on July 22, 2011, at 19:50 at the entrance to "Most City Center" I saw a group of four people: three young women and a man, who were attracting attention to themselves with their excessive cheerfulness. The man had two cameras in his hands, with which he was photographing the women. One of these cameras was my "Olympus". Realizing that a trophy was being demonstrated and the feigned cheerfulness was posing, I took out the camera and turned on the recording. Seeing that I was recording, the four stopped having fun, began to talk about something and hide the cameras.
After the disappearance of my "Olympus", I started carrying another camera with me – a "Nikon". It’s bigger than the "Olympus", and I carry it in a special bag. One time, in August or September of the same year, 2011, I went back to the "Polina" store, again to buy food for my cats. I entered and placed the bag on the counter, exactly in the same spot where I had put my "Olympus" on the day it went missing. I paid for the food, and at that moment… the salesperson, who was handing me the food, started acting strangely. At first, she didn’t bring the bag of food to the counter, almost as if inviting me behind the counter to help her. Then, when I actually had to step behind the counter, turning my back on the bag with the "Nikon", she began distracting me with some little bags. Sensing something was off, I looked up at her face and saw that she was unnaturally smiling, watching the bag with the "Nikon" over my shoulder with a predatory look, and moving unnaturally, like a mechanical doll awkwardly trying to fish . There was open hatred gleaming in her eyes.
Realizing what was going on, I took the bag of food from behind the counter, took the food I had bought, the bag with the "Nikon" and left...
The thief liked the impunity offered by the cops in committing crimes against me and she decided to repeat it...
After that, I had no doubts about where, who and how stole my camera.