It's just one of the days of my life. One of the darkest days. From September 18 to October 9, 5 of my cats died from poisoning, one after another, in 3 weeks. This was preceded by a chain of events and I assumed that after a significant break, more than 7 months, the killings would begin again. The purpose of these murders is to suppress me, to suppress my will. This is not the first year that this has happened, but since August 2014 it has taken on the character of a genocide.

My cats, with the help of poisons, as well as with the help of deliberate, inappropriate medical care, have been killed since 2003. And even then I noticed that some people are trying to show themselves to me, for example, in a pharmacy when I buy medicines, or during a funeral. For a long time I wrote it off as an accident, but what was happening was completely unbelievable and gradually I began to understand that someone wants to see how we die and show me themselves.

Catastrophes, the massacres of my cats, happened twice: the first attack occurred in the first half of 2011, after I started using electronic countermeasures against illegal surveillance in my apartment and then, by the forces of operatives and veterinarians, 13 cats were killed and the second attack, which began after I tried to protect myself and my family from illegal surveillance through the law. As a result of this, the second attack, which began on August 29, 2014 and continues to this day, 61 cats have been killed.

At the same time, with the help of hints and demonstration of examples, they are trying to convince me that, allegedly, I am to blame for something and that I need to be a good person and not quote laws, but learn to negotiate with people in a good way, make friends with them, contractual relationship. This is especially true of relations with representatives of the state authorities of Ukraine, with whom I should not argue, but should obey them. Just obey. To be obedient...

After the events that took place over these 6 years, with me and with my family, I concluded that the power in Ukraine belongs to the maniacs and it is impossible to negotiate with them. How can you sort things out in court with someone who brings poison into your house so that you lower your ambitions and do not defend your rights?

I want to describe just one day, October 10, 2020, in order to clearly show how what I described a little higher actually looks like. How the supposedly non-existent KGB of Ukraine suppresses people.

On October 10, 2020, at about 7 am, I left the house in order to bury my cat, who had died the day before. On the way, I stopped at an ATB store, which I sometimes stop by on the way to the cemetery ... That is, this store was on the list of possible places that I can visit on this route. Leaving the store, I went to my car and before opening the door, I took off disposable gloves and threw them at my feet. Immediately, from behind, someone pulled me up:

Here I want to explain some of the subtleties of this event that you just saw: upon reaching retirement age, employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ukraine and the SBU do not quit due to retirement, as in any other organizations, but are transferred to the operational reserve. What it is? This means that, on the one hand, they seem to have been fired, and on the other, if necessary, their offices involve them in work, use them as "stompers", or provocateurs who, for example, travel with me on trains, or, as on this video, screamers - crimpers. For this they receive some kind of supplement to the pension. They live in different parts of the city, they have "hot" phones where they can be called at any time, and... this is very important, they have lists of "clients" on which they put pressure. There is one more important point - illegal eavesdropping in my apartment and illegal tracking of my movements, as well as, I'm sure, other people who are attacked by this intelligence network, which I called "seine".

The KGB of Ukraine, an organization that is engaged in systemic persecution of me and coordinates it, called him as soon as I turned off the highway towards the ATB. He immediately left, but I was not in the store for long and he intercepted me already when I was getting into the car. You can see how he provides for himself: he withdrew money from an ATM, went to a supermarket... Everything is perfect... Unprovable... A simple man in the street... But there is one unpleasant circumstance: he is wearing glasses, he does not see well... And between he and I were more than 13 meters... And he, allegedly by accident, standing sideways to me half a turn, or even with his back and concentrating on the ATM, which was in the opposite direction from me, from a distance of more than 13 meters , saw how I threw transparent cellophane gloves... standing with my back to him ... and they slid onto the asphalt, between me and the car... A man went to the supermarket, for groceries, stands in front of an ATM - he needs to withdraw money from he has some vision problems... He is focused on shopping and money... And allegedly by chance, he saw another person, located at a distance of more than 13 meters from him, behind him, behind him, standing he threw transparent cellophane gloves on the asphalt with his back to him... He was also betrayed by the fact that in a light street the corners of his mouth twitched in the fish - this can be seen on the video.

In my asylum application, I write that when I leave the house I move in a cocoon of mummers and I published this as one example of this.

After the funeral, I went home and on the way I decided to stop by the post office to see if I received a notice of delivery of a valuable letter to the Prosecutor General Irina Venediktova, which I sent more than 3 months ago. When I got to the post office, I saw this:

Earlier, I saw this car only once in my life, exactly a year ago, when I went to the pharmacy to get medicine for the poisoned cat Kipish. My cats were poisoned after I applied to the embassy of the Italian Republic for asylum. At first, they nightmared me on the street and in supermarkets, trying to suppress any kind of fear, and when they realized that it didn’t work, so that I would be exhausted and simply unable to prepare documents, and could not go to Kyiv yet once, they began to kill cats for me, and they killed them on purpose, those who were most attached to me, who doted on me. First they killed the cat Barik, who loved me the most, he died on October 10th. While I went to dig his grave, the cat Lapa was poisoned, and a few days later, on October 15, she also died. They waited exactly a month and exactly, day after day, they poisoned the kind and devoted to me cat Ryzhik, who considered me a part of himself, who died on November 10, and while I went to bury him, they poisoned the cat Koshka, who died on November 15. And then they began to slowly poison the cat Kipish and Kipish died for several months. Kipish died on February 2, 2020. I thought that Kipish was just sick, I did not understand that it was poison. I was surprised that the medicines that I gave Kipish, which had previously helped quickly and effectively, stopped working and Kipish simply rotted alive. I ran around pharmacies, ordered medicines by phone, and one evening, November 20, 2019, when I went to the pharmacy to order, I saw this car 50 meters from the pharmacy. Several boys were sitting there and warming themselves with the running engine, that is, they stood for a long time, waiting. It was obvious that in this way I was shown what my fault is, because of which my cats die:

Further, having gone to the post office and having learned there that there was still no notification, I went home. When I arrived at the house, I saw that someone had put their motorcycle,. AE 1688 AC, in the place where I put my car. I left the car at the entrance to the site, took a few photos and went home. At home, after reviewing the records, I saw that the motorcyclist had arrived a few minutes before me.

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