These are my next neighbors from apartment 108. They are apartment extortionists. They took over apartment 108 by intimidating the owner and forcing her to simply flee. You can hear about it here. They were extorting the apartment of the Zhovtnevy district police department's garbage. Having taken over the apartment, they began to work against me, trying to intimidate me, as well as creating an unbearable psychological climate for me. Including with the help of neighbors...

The event itself is a setup. This is how it looks. The goal is to make me apologize. Just apologize and that's it. So that I would feel guilty before them. At the very beginning, not yet seeing what had happened, I apologized once, through the door, but the bandits needed to create a feeling of guilt in me, there you can hear how the tramp tries to talk to me like a market hysteriac, shouting: "it's flooding", "they flooded", but this did not work and that is why her partner got mad at the end. Also, her partner said several times that it was about to leak to another floor below, but there was nothing there, except for two drops of water at the bottom of the bathtub... There were no signs of flooding at all in their bathroom. The tiled ceiling was damp in one place, and there were 2 cloudy drops at the bottom of the bathtub itself. Only 2...

I did spill a little water on the floor in the bathroom, but not enough to spill into the apartment below. In my bathroom, as well as in the bedroom, there is video surveillance and the puddle on the floor was used as a pretext for conflict. Most likely, the observer saw a puddle on the floor in my bathroom, notified them about it, they poured water on the ceiling and then what happened is what can be seen on the video recordings.

Since these are criminals and the corrupt Ukrainian police system does not fight them, but provides for them, they even offered me to call the police... being confident that they are not in danger. That is, people living in an apartment seized illegally themselves offered me to call the police...

Special attention should be paid to the staged dialogues with my neighbors - the cop Georgy Abramov and the lady from apartment 111...

For more than 10 years, apartment 111 was used as a brothel. There lived prostitutes who serviced their clients right on the landing, there lived bandits who were moved in there by the head of the Dnepropetrovsk city department Vova Sedletsky after I appealed to the President of Ukraine Yanukovych in the spring of 2010 with a statement about the violation of my constitutional rights, there lived some religious psychos who crossed themselves all the time, there lived actors - crimpers who carried out the "Larva" operation and tried to carry out at least 2 more operations, and the last guest there was a man from "Azov", to whom guests came and saluted with a fascist salute to my video camera... This is all described on my website... And it turns out that these were not terrible people, but wonderful. Delightful people! Horrible - me!

In addition, this lady reports that allegedly, I am rarely at home... This is not true. I live in my apartment all the time.

As for Abramov, the dialogue with Abramov needs to be analyzed in detail:

From the very beginning, there was a man living in this apartment with his mother. His last name was Sisyuk. I greeted him several times, but never spoke to him. Periodically, he would get drunk and walk around the apartment shouting, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you...". I don't know anything else about him.

On New Year's Eve, I think it was 2004, I don't remember exactly, this Sisyuk got drunk and beat up his mother: I again heard shouts, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you!", then loud blows, some kind of crash, and then an old woman's moan and obscene language. The old woman's moans made me call the police and a mental hospital, and after a while someone came there and it seemed like they were taking him away somewhere. I heard some kind of commotion in the entryway, but I didn't go out and didn't see what was happening there.

Then this Sisyuk disappeared somewhere and some woman with darting eyes appeared there, saying that she was supposedly his sister.

And then she disappeared too, and tenants appeared in the apartment, supposedly students. They sometimes made noise, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I decided that this woman simply rented out the apartment. I didn’t understand what was going on back then.

Around 2005, I encountered something strange: as soon as I went into the bathroom, someone from this apartment would hit the ceiling with something very hard, so hard that my washing machine would shake. I had a microwave on the washing machine, in which I cooked food, and I would go there to get the food I had prepared. I didn’t understand then that my apartment was under video surveillance and decided that they were somehow just playing pranks, maybe they heard me when I went into the bathroom. I didn't understand why they were doing this... Anyway, it went on for quite a long time, about a month, maybe more, and then I got tired of it, and I took my dumbbells and knocked on them several times in response. That was the end of the knocking in the bathroom.

One day in the spring of 2007, I think it was early April, the tenants in this apartment were really having a blast: some music was blaring, some screams were coming from there... It was already quite late, around midnight, and I called the cops. I called the cops, but no one came, and the neighbors turned up the music even louder, started yelling even louder and hitting the walls... I called "02" several more times, but they answered me with something unintelligible... I was a little shocked by what was happening and I suspected that some kind of provocation was taking place... I went to the window and opened it. My neighbors went completely berserk after that, they also opened the window and started shouting insults at me into the street. I closed the window in confusion and when I closed it I discovered that with the window closed I could hear everything that was happening in the room on the floor below, I could hear everything, down to the smallest detail, and the sound was coming from the wall, to the left of the window, just below the windowsill. I had never heard any sounds from the walls before and I squatted down in surprise and started examining the wall. As soon as I did this, a sharp female voice in the room on the floor below commanded: "Quiet!" and everything stopped. That is, in this apartment, on the floors below, someone saw that I had accidentally discovered a channel for eavesdropping under the windowsill, and it was precisely a channel for eavesdropping. But I didn't understand anything then. I got up and in bewilderment began to look out the window, at the street, thinking that someone from this company was looking into my window and saw me crouched by the windowsill. After that I took my camera and went outside to see what I could see in the room, from the street and going out of the entrance into the yard I discovered... that our entire small yard... was filled with cop "UAZ-Patriots", there were 4 or 5 of them... There were 4 cops in each of them, some were smoking... They were waiting for something: quietly, without any sirens or flashing lights, they drove into the yard, turned off the lights, sat in their cars, watching what was happening, the sabbath arranged by the provocateurs and... waited for something... and did not wait... The strange thing is that in the apartment, on the floor below, there were only 5 students, no more, and I was alone, total - 6 people, maximum... Why was it necessary to drive 5! cars and 20!! cops into the yard?? What were they preparing? What were they waiting for??

Also, a few years later, in 2012, I think, I started waking up at 5 in the morning, for some unknown reason. No matter what time I went to bed, I woke up at 5. I was always tired because of this, not having slept enough. It was wearing me out. And most importantly, I couldn’t understand why I was waking up? The answer to this question was simple: I started leaving the voice recorder on overnight and found out that every morning, exactly at 5 o’clock in the morning, someone from this apartment would hit the ceiling very hard with something massive, right under the head of my bed, hit it so hard that my bed would shake quite hard, hit it only once. I took my dumbbells again and set up a “cuckoo clock” for them for about a week. The hitting of the ceiling stopped. Also, since about 2007, I noticed that as soon as I go to bed, some sounds, rustling, clicking sounds start coming from the wall next to the head of my bed... For a while I ignored it, but then these sounds started to irritate me. At first, I looked at the outside wall of the house, thinking that maybe something was hanging from the roof and making these sounds when the wind blew, but the wall was clean, nothing was hanging from the roof. Then I soldered a primitive stethoscope on two transistors, attached it to the wall, in the place where the sounds were coming from, made recordings for about a week, loaded them into an audio editor and was surprised to find that when the sound was amplified, in addition to rustling and clicking, some kind of music could also be heard there... Well, this certainly could not be the result of some natural circumstances... Music can only be the work of man...

The first thing that came to my mind was that those bastards, on the floor below, drilled grooves and were simply irritating me, teasing me, trying to get me to start talking about the fact that I was hearing sounds from the wall. I assumed that this was characteristic of some kind of mental illness and thus, once again, they were trying to stick another label on me, another diagnosis... I did not connect this then with the ads about buying and selling apartments, pasted on the doors of my entrance, with the fact that I could not find a job and in general could not earn money and therefore was financially dependent on my crazy mother. I also did not connect this with the fact that my cats were dying. I did not understand that this was done by the same people. Or more precisely - non-humans.

In connection with these sounds from the wall, as well as other "miracles" that were happening around me, in 2010 I contacted a psychiatrist.

The thing is that those who were behind all this, using cognitive examples and people I trusted, tried to convince me that I was crazy and persuade me to independently give permission to Ukrainian psychiatrists to start "treating" me with antidepressants.

Faced with the total coverage of the supposedly non-existent KGB of Ukraine and realizing that I had nowhere to turn in Ukraine, I found a helpline in Russia and called there. The psychiatrist who consulted me immediately explained to me how schizophrenia and persecution mania, which they tried to attribute to me in Ukraine, differ from what was happening to me. In particular, he explained to me that the sounds that a person suffering from schizophrenia hears are hallucinations, delirium. These sounds are only in the head of this sick person, they cannot be recorded on a dictaphone and listened to on a computer. These sounds cannot be heard by pets. He also explained to me how what I see on the street differs from persecution mania. He explained to me that the operatives show me the performances in such a way that my simple narrative about what is happening, about what I saw or heard, would look like the ravings of a madman. He also explained to me the meaning of the suppressive technique with dressing up, invented by the KGB of the USSR... After that, he suggested that I take a test. I agreed. He sent me a list of questions, I answered them and sent it back. The result that I received puzzled me: it said that I have no behavioral deviations, except for one, caused by... sadism in the family...

Until that moment, I considered my parents to be just weird people...

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