This is a film about how, on June 3, 2015, the 20th "anniversary" of my arrest, operatives from the allegedly non-existent Ukrainian KGB poisoned and killed my cat, Lesik.

To ensure I would remember this and feel powerless against state terror, ten years later, on the 30th "anniversary" of my arrest, operatives poisoned and killed another one of my cats, Mowgli, who looked very much like Lesik.

Because of the covert war being waged against me, I am unable to earn a living. On Ukraine’s social ladder, the only jobs available to me are as a loader or a night watchman. After the terrorist attack on my apartment on October 5, 2023, and the robbery by operatives on January 25, 2025, I am in urgent need of financial support. I ask everyone who values the ideals of freedom to help me and my cats escape Ukraine.

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On the evening of June 2, 2015, I went for a walk. Later, I returned home, fed the cats, did some tasks, and went to bed. In the morning, I was working again. Occasionally I would leave my room. I saw Lesik, and there was nothing unusual about his behavior: he was with the other cats, asked to be petted, and I stroked him.

In the evening, as I was about to go for another walk, I saw that Lesik was unwell: his pupils were dilated, he was drooling, and his coordination was impaired. His body temperature was also severely lowered. At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. I ran to the pharmacy, bought medicine, and did everything one normally does in such situations — but nothing worked. Then I realized: my Lesik had been poisoned.

Two hours later, Lesik died in my arms.

Only I had the keys to my apartment. Lesik never went outside. The only people who could have poisoned him were operatives.

During the two hours Lesik was dying, I was in shock. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Periodically, I turned on my camera to record what was going on — to leave behind some kind of proof.

Lesik was the ninth cat poisoned after the nationalist coup in Kyiv in 2013/2014 — and the first cat poisoned on a specific date.

The eight cats killed before Lesik were poisoned to break me, to prevent me from challenging the unlawful actions of the police, SBU agents, prosecutors, and judges in court.

In total, from August 2014 to May 2025, operatives poisoned seventy-nine (79) cats in order to subjugate me and are blackmailing me with the threat of poisoning more — saying the only way to save my cats is to submit.

Besides my cats, completely unrelated animals have been killed to mock my sense of compassion.

All of this is documented on my website: www.mednick.info

The sequential poisonings of Lesik and Mowgli are evidence that the cannibals working against me are keeping a record of each of my cats and killing them in a specific order, on specific dates or under specific circumstances, in order to influence me through these killings.

In Ukraine, poisons used by operatives — brought into my home to kill members of my family, my cats — are a tool of psychological pressure.

But in order to commit such crimes, they have to study me and my cats, know who is who and what our relationships are. To do that, they must be conducting surveillance inside my apartment…

I worked at the Court of Appeals of the Dnipropetrovsk Region, and I know that only the SBU conducts such surveillance in private homes, with approval for it signed personally by the regional court president.

About two or three weeks before I was dismissed from the court, the chairman, Volodymyr Vykhrov, said something strange to me. I was leaving his office, he was sitting in his chair at his desk, and suddenly, with a note of frustration, said: "Intoxication from impunity and watching suffering — that’s a behavioral disorder..." At the time, I didn’t know what “behavioral disorder” meant. I didn’t understand Vykhrov at all. I asked him to repeat himself, he did, I said something back, and returned to my office to look up what “behavioral disorder” meant… I Googled it, read the definition, and couldn’t see how it applied to me. I decided Vykhrov had simply spoken a random thought out loud.

Now I’m sure that in the spring of 2006, Vykhrov was subtly letting me know that surveillance was being conducted in my apartment and that I was being watched by people with behavioral disorders.

Only deranged maniacs could kill cats one after another for years on end.

My biological relatives in Germany completely ignore the covert terror campaign being waged against me by the Ukrainian authorities. Instead of offering support, they periodically tell me — perhaps not only me — that it’s my own fault, that I supposedly don’t want to leave for the West… This behavior is pressure. It means that my biological relatives are not helping me, but are instead helping the authorities break me.

That is why I have decided to publish evidence of the terror being waged against me — a terror used to keep me in captivity.

And this film — about how Lesik was poisoned and died in my arms — is one of the pieces of evidence of that terror.

Once again, let me repeat: only insane maniacs can kill cats one by one for years—and in my case, these maniacs have state authority granted to them by the Ukrainian government.

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