This is a story about how my apartment was blown up and burned down, about the actions of the Ukrainian authorities, about the people around me and about the instruments of influence the authorities use against me.

Almost all of my things burned in the fire: clothes, shoes, computers, devices, tools, laboratory, library and I need money.

I ask everyone who can do this to help me and my cats leave Ukraine.

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At the beginning of this story I repeat once again:

I am not a citizen of Ukraine, I have never been and will never be a citizen of Ukraine!

I was given a Ukrainian passport in 2001, by deception, with the help of a recruited provocateur - my crazy mother Alla Khmelnitskaya.

Ukraine for me is a state of captivity!

I am held captive by means of constant, 24/7, irritation of the nervous system,

in a state of permanent nervous exhaustion. Captivity by means of suppression and destruction

of the human nervous system. Articles about this are published on my website.

Not once, in all 33 years, since the founding of the state of Ukraine, has the law protected

me. All these years, the police departments of Ukraine have either fabricated criminal cases against me, or blackmailed me with fabricated criminal cases and demanded ransom for stopping this.

I have also published several articles about the fabrication of my medical history by Soviet and Ukrainian psychiatrists. All my life I have only had to pay off the cops and psychiatrists.

Pay on a regular basis.

Both the explosion and the fire in my apartment and the events that followed clearly

demonstrate the legal climate in which I have been forced to live for all these 33 years.

The film that you will see demonstrates that in Ukraine I cannot count on either

an objective attitude towards myself or justice.

They are trying to kill me so that I do not have access

to international human rights institutions!

And my relatives living in Germany, insidiously pretending to care about me

and help me, in reality are constantly trying to demotivate me, using my vulnerabilities

and my conscience, creating the appearance that I allegedly do not want

to leave and provide my killers with an alibi! I will publish evidence of this.

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On September 25, 2023, following the recommendations of the Ukrainian government, I bought myself a generator...

At the beginning of winter 2022/23, right after the November blackout, I already bought a generator, which the next morning I was forced to return to the seller - instead of the declared 3 kilowatts, it barely gave one... In addition, it was quite noisy. In general, I took the purchase of a new generator seriously... I studied the issue for two or three weeks, realized what I needed, found a generator, small-sized, quiet enough and at an acceptable price for me.

I negotiated with the seller for several days, and on September 25 I went to him, looked at the generator - it was good, well made, I bought it and brought it home...

The generator stood on the loggia for 10 days - I ordered special motor oil for it, bought a fuel filter, ordered a bracket, sound insulation, bought fans for ventilation of the soundproof case, designed electronics for controlling these fans.

In the evening, October 5, 2023, I decided to test this generator, because the 14-day period for its inspection and return, in case of detection of a factory defect, was expiring.

At 20:51 I started the generator and ran it in idle for about 20 minutes. After that, I turned it off and started making a cable to connect the apartment. Having made the cable, I decided to test the generator under load for another 15-20 minutes and finish the test.

I started the generator again, waited a few minutes for it to warm up, unscrewed the plugs, disconnecting the apartment from the external network, connected the cable and turned on the switch on the generator. Light came on in the apartment, the uninterruptible power supply of my computer turned off the buzzer, I sat at the computer for a few minutes, went out to the loggia again, examined the generator and went to check if the refrigerator and everything else was working. Everything worked, the generator held the voltage stably, I heard how it changed speed, reacting to the change in load and I decided to warm up dinner for myself, at the same time check if the microwave was working and finish the check there...

I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out pots of food, put as much as I wanted to eat on my plate, put the pots back in the refrigerator, put the plate in the microwave and turned it on. The microwave worked from the generator in the same way as from the mains, without any differences, I heard how when the magnetron in the microwave was turned on, the generator changed speed, reacting to the change in load. I warmed up dinner for 5-6 minutes. Then, I eat it for another 2-3 minutes. While I eat it, the juice warms up in the microwave. The juice warms up for 1 minute. While I was eating and warming up the juice, I heard that something had changed in the generator's operation... Also, toward the end of warming up the juice, when the magnetron was turned on, the brightness of the light bulb in the bathroom began to decrease... This alarmed me, because when warming up the juice, the magnetron turns on for only a few seconds, but I was already getting ready to go to the loggia, so I finished eating, drank the juice and went to the loggia. Opening the door of my bedroom, I saw yellow tongues of flame on the loggia, up to one and a half meters high! In surprise, I exclaimed: "Fire!" and ran to the bathroom, where I had a fire extinguisher. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, ran back to the bedroom and tried to get closer to the open doors of the loggia, but the intense heat and some feeling of caution stopped me. I could not get closer to the source of the fire itself - it was just around the corner from me, by the window leading to the street. From about 2 meters away I discharged the fire extinguisher into the flames, trying to get as far around the corner as possible and the flames immediately went out. I started to approach the loggia doors to see what had happened there, but the flames began to flare up again and I ran into the bathroom again and started looking for a bucket. I did not find the bucket in the rush, although it was standing right in front of me and I put two large pots in the bathtub, turned on the water and went back into the bedroom to see what was happening there. I saw that in the few seconds that I was in the bathroom, the flames had engulfed almost the entire loggia, I realized that I would not be able to put it out myself, I grabbed the phone and tried to call the fire brigade, but due to illegal interference in the operation of my means of communication, the phone did not work and I was unable to call the fire brigade right away. It probably took about a minute to reboot the phone, for some reason I went out into the entrance and saw my neighbor Irina Tkalenko on the landing, who began to sing to me: "What have you done, what have you done...", accompanied by a snake-like smile. Feeling pressure on myself, I asked her: "Did I do this?", after which Tkalenko stopped smiling and went into her apartment. On the stairs, I heard other neighbors. My neighbors...

I returned to the apartment and at that moment something started to collapse in my bedroom. I looked in there for a moment, but it was so hot that I had to leave immediately. I was completely taken aback: I absolutely could not understand what could have caught fire there and why the fire began to spread so quickly... In a state of shock, I did not realize that I had become a victim of a crime, that my apartment had been set on fire and that the fire had spread so quickly because the arsonist, or arsonists, had treated both my loggia and my bedroom with flammable liquid.

From what was happening in the entrance hall, I understood that my neighbors had already called the fire brigade, but, in general, I managed to get through to the fire brigade after some attempt. There they told me that the fire brigade was already on its way.

After some time, the fire brigade showed up. Despite the fact that flames were bursting out of the loggia windows, for some reason the fire brigade did not run, but simply walked. Only one person was running there - me. The fireman who was carrying two coils of fire hose up to the floor was walking slowly and I, deciding that it was hard for him, offered him my help, to take these two coils upstairs, faster... In general, they went in and out of the apartment several times, and the flames were burning, they did not start to put them out themselves and they did not let me go in there and then I just started growling at one of them: "Go - put them out!!!" and only after that he put on a mask and went to put out the fire... I understood that firemen only run fast in competitions that are sometimes shown on TV.

Then the firemen asked if I had any animals and started carrying out my cats and telling me that I killed them... At the very beginning of the fire, the cats started screaming, but in my state of shock I did not realize that carbon monoxide had appeared in the rooms and did not even open the windows. Several cats suffered from carbon monoxide, but thank God no one died. Even the cats in the kitchen suffered... I still don't understand how this could have happened, because the kitchen is not connected to the loggia or my bedroom. How carbon monoxide could have gotten there is still a mystery to me. But the firefighters understood that there was carbon monoxide in the apartment and several of my cats owed their lives to them.

Then the firefighters left and I went into the apartment, opened all the windows, started looking for my cats, then something started burning on the loggia again, I started calling the firefighters, but they weren't in a hurry and I grabbed a fire hose lying on the floor and tried to put it out myself, but the hose wasn't long enough, then the firefighters showed up again, pulled up the hose and put out the fire and then... then the most interesting part began...

I didn't even think about recording anything. I turned on the recording only after the garbage appeared. Immediately the pressure, "crimping", "loading" began and I immediately remembered where I was and turned on the recording...

I don't want to describe what happened next - everyone has their own eyes, their own ears and their own head. You can see and hear it all for yourself.

It is worth paying attention to the fact that the blame for the incident was immediately, without any investigation, assigned to me. Investigator Maksymov did not even try to establish the truth. He simply assigned the blame to me and that's it! I will dedicate a separate story to this feature of the post-Soviet police system of Ukraine, namely, the assignment of blame to those not involved, a little later.

In the late 90s, early 2000s, while working with lawyers, I learned that in Ukraine, an investigator, having received the materials of a criminal case, immediately goes to his supervisor and asks him the question: "Under whom?" ... That is, under whom to do it? There is no hope for an objective and impartial investigation of the terrorist attack committed against me by the Ukrainian government authorities.

Instead of trying to establish the cause of the incident, investigator Maksymov organized a mass reception of statements against me from my neighbors!!! Such actions by representatives of state authorities are called - providing, or, in jargon - "protection". On the recording, you can hear how my neighbors are ready to write anything about me. Lawyers call this a "team of witnesses" - we will remember everything you want...

In addition, the cops provoking neighbors to write statements against each other reminded me of one event that happened in the summer of 1995: in the prison cell where I was sitting, a conflict occurred between prisoners. This was heard by the "popkari" on the "prodol". In the evening, the "corps" came into the cell and began to ask what happened, and the next day, in the morning, the "godfather" began to call us to him. It was my turn... The detective started asking me what had happened, I, trying not to set anyone up, started to answer him and... named one of my cellmates... The detective immediately perked up, took a pen, a piece of paper and got ready to write... I, realizing that I had made a mistake, hesitated for a second, and then... named the second cellmate, the third, and so on... The detective, smiling with the corners of his mouth, put down his pen, listened attentively to me and that was the end of the interview...

The provocation of my neighbors by investigator Maksymov and the district police officer to write statements clearly demonstrates that the cops have turned Ukraine into a goat-bitch zone and are trying to rule with the same methods with which they established power in places of imprisonment - by baiting inconvenient, unwanted people with the help of denunciations.

And in response to the call of the cops, another citizen of Oranzhereeva was immediately found, ready for anything...

It took me almost two months to realize what happened in my apartment. It happened gradually, and in order for me not to think about what happened, the authorities set a frenzied woman on me - an anti-Semite from the neighboring house, who tries to harass me 24/7 and for this, almost daily, beats my car with stones, shouts insults, including anti-Semitic ones, and rushes to fight with me, and the cops simply provide her with impunity. Three times she injured me, twice I filmed the beatings, but the cops never held her accountable, calling the attacks on the basis of racial hatred, ordinary petty hooliganism.

I have never encountered fires and arson and... I am a physicist... I see everything as physical processes and for about a month and a half, examining the consequences of a fire in a room, I tried to imagine how the flames from the loggia licked the walls, books, clothes. I tried to imagine how hot air could circulate around the room in such a way that it turned out that the burnt part of the room was separated from the unburned by a clear horizontal strip? Further it will be seen that on the walls there is a clear, horizontal border between the burnt and unburned and this plunged me into complete bewilderment: a fire is always turbulence... How could a laminar boundary layer form inside this turbulence, evenly separating the hot air from the cold?? I can't imagine how this can be created even in a laboratory, and in real conditions, physically, this simply cannot be... It is impossible!

I came to the answer to this question gradually, analyzing the traces left by the fire, as well as the recordings that I was able to restore. This will be seen and heard further.

In addition, I underestimated the full extent of the attitude of the Ukrainian regime and the Jewish mafia towards me...

The key moment for me was the correct interpretation of the sound of the blow, on the recording that I was able to restore. For a long time I thought that it was the sound of some kind of incendiary gadget falling, thrown onto my loggia, through the window, but the sound was similar to something and besides, if it was an abandoned gadget, then it should have weighed up to 15 kilograms... Too much to throw...

In general, summarizing the evidence I collected, I came to the conclusion that on October 5, 2023, after I connected the generator to the apartment and sat at the computer for a while, went to check the generator under load, some person entered the window of the loggia of my apartment, who at 22:05:24 knocked down the door from the loggia into my bedroom (this is the only natural explanation for the sound of the impact that is heard on the recording). Having entered the bedroom, this man poured flammable liquid, odorless, on my desk, my computer and all office equipment, all documents, my books and all my clothes, shoe boxes, air conditioner, displays standing on the shelf, tools. He also poured this flammable liquid on my laboratory, which was on the loggia. After that, he activated the incendiary explosive device that he brought with him, installed it next to the working generator and left my apartment.

Apparently, immediately after that, no more than a minute later, I went into the bedroom, saw the blaze growing and ran for the fire extinguisher. At first I put the flames out with the fire extinguisher, but then they quickly began to flare up again and in a few seconds engulfed the entire loggia, precisely because the loggia was doused with flammable liquid. There was nothing on the loggia to burn so intensely and quickly. The fire could spread so quickly only for one reason - because of arson by dousing with flammable liquid.

Then, 2 minutes and 54 seconds after the impact, at 22:08:18, a fairly powerful, booming explosion occurred on the loggia of my apartment, the flash of which lit up the entire street and the sound of which was reflected from the walls of nearby houses, after which, after 7 seconds, the insulation of the wires with which the video cameras were connected to the video recorder began to melt. After another 11 seconds, the insulation melted completely and the recording stopped. The distance between the wires and the source of the fire was 6-7 meters. In addition, the source of the fire was around the corner, not in direct line of sight from the wires.

This explosion could not have been the result of the explosion of the generator's gas tank - the gas tank remained intact. Even the filler cap remained in place... It was not the generator that exploded, but an incendiary explosive device installed by a terrorist. In addition, such a rapid, almost instantaneous spread of fire in my bedroom - the wires burned out in a few seconds, indicates that my bedroom was doused with flammable liquid.

I am also sure that one of the predicted goals of this terrorist attack was to kill me. Only this goal can explain the explosion! Knowing that I am a brave person and that buying a generator was a significant waste of money for me, and also understanding that my laboratory on the loggia meant a lot to me, the operatives assumed that perhaps I would go out onto the loggia to save the generator and my laboratory, and at that moment they would detonate the bomb they had planted to burn not only my documents, but me as well, and then blame it all on the generator explosion.

Struck by total corruption and having created a system of total mutual responsibility, the police departments of Ukraine can blame anything and anyone... If there was an order.

On the remaining video recorder recording, you can hear that at the very beginning of the fire, some sounds similar to the crackling of small firecrackers began to be heard on the loggia, and I believe that this was an acoustic bait in order to lure me to the loggia, to make me approach the installed incendiary bomb, in order to detonate it right in front of me and burn me.

About two weeks later, probably, after the fire, when I was just beginning to realize what had happened, comparing the events of that evening, I also noticed that at the very beginning of the fire, when I was trying to put it out with a fire extinguisher, I worked with a fire extinguisher directly into the flames, into its lower part, into the opening of the wide open doors of the loggia... and I definitely could not leave these doors open! Leaving the loggia, I opened both windows wide and tightly closed both doors so that the exhaust gases of the generator would be carried out into the street by a draft and they would not get into the bedroom. Those who are spying on me have studied me, predicted my actions and, considering different options of what and how I will do, planned a terrorist attack, in different versions, prepared, waited for me to start the generator and began to carry out their monstrous plans.

The very fact of the explosion speaks of the depth of the calculation of the terrorist attack, of anticipation, provision for different options and possibilities, depending on my reaction to the incident: from the simple destruction of my documents and property, to, as one of the possibilities - the destruction of myself.

This terrorist attack was planned and carried out by those who are spying on me, that is, by government officials, by the state itself. The purpose of this terrorist attack was to destroy my documents, my computer, as a tool with which I describe what is happening, and also, it was a blow to my finances, to try to cause financial exhaustion, an attempt to bring me to financial ruin, in order to then suppress me, subdue me with hunger, and also, if possible, simply blow up and burn me myself.

To carry out this terrorist attack, it was necessary to completely control me, including in my apartment, to know where I am and to predict what I will do at the next moment in time. That is, as before, I am under enveloping surveillance, and in my apartment, as before, video surveillance is conducted and apparently the observers of the tortures have finally gone mad from the Ukrainian permissiveness and impunity and decided to get rid of me, so as not to bear responsibility for the crimes committed by them and their colleagues.

An operative is not a job and not a profession... An operative is a behavioral disorder... First of all, a behavioral disorder and the state is forced to use them to fight the criminal world. Using crazy people who are dangerous to society, financing their activities, endowing them with powers, the state is obliged to strictly control these crazy people. One example of how the state does not limit the activities of operatives, but on the contrary, encourages them is the USSR, during the Great Terror. During the years of Stalin's rule, almost 5 million people were convicted on fabricated charges, of which up to 1 million were shot. After Stalin's death, the Soviet government, trying to somehow restore confidence in itself, was forced to begin reviewing the criminal cases fabricated by Stalin's operatives and investigators. The executioners and cannibals themselves, who swam in the blood of innocent people they tortured, did not bear any responsibility for their crimes.

This terrorist attack demonstrates the true scale of the pressure the Ukrainian regime is exerting on me and invalidates the statements of my corrupt, recruited relatives, my sister - a prostitute and my crazy mother that I allegedly am not leaving myself... This is a lie!!! They are not letting me leave!!! The mafia, police regime is not letting me leave!

I will publish documents and show how, since the spring of 2022, the allegedly non-existent KGB of Ukraine has been blackmailing me, allegedly with some kind of my involvement with Russia, preventing me from buying a car and arranging unnecessary expenses for me, exhausting my rather modest finances. The Ukrainian "office" interfered and still interferes with all my contacts with car sellers, forcing them to mock me and educate me, while brutally killing my cats, trying to cause me a psychological problem called "learned helplessness" so that I myself would not strive to leave, would not buy a car. In order to force me to refuse to buy a car on my own and even the very thought of leaving, the operatives poisoned 7 cats. The cats were killed every time I tried to buy a car. During the November 2022 blackout, when my DVR was not working, in addition to 4 cats poisoned in a row, one after another, the operatives poisoned me too, and I still feel the consequences of this poisoning, a year later.

I will describe and show this so that it is clear that the authorities are preventing me from leaving Ukraine. This is done through covert, destructive interference in my life, interference in such a way as not to leave direct evidence of such interference. And the terrorist attack in my apartment, on the evening of October 5, 2023, is one of the manifestations of this secret war.

The attack of a crowd of neighbors, organized against me, by cops, immediately after the terrorist attack, was an attempt to convince me that, allegedly, my generator simply exploded. It was an operation to cover up a terrorist act committed against me by representatives of the state authorities of Ukraine. This attack demonstrates that with such a "team of witnesses" the authorities can commit any crimes against me with impunity... Any!

The first attempt to blow me up was on July 21, 2022. They tried to blow up my car, but then I accidentally saw a miner and the operatives who were watching me in the apartment, seeing that I had recorded the installation of an explosive device on my car, were forced to dismantle their bomb.

I cannot say for sure who is behind this terrorist attack, but the number of people who may be interested in my death can be counted on the fingers of one hand.

In any case, both the terrorist attack itself and the events that immediately followed it show that it was a carefully planned action, with the calculation of various options and possibilities, with the organization of a cover operation in case I remain alive and behind this terrorist attack is the power - the state and the people who lead it

I will prove that those who planned and carried out this terrorist attack knew the composition and location of things on the loggia and in the bedroom and used some of these things to commit the terrorist attack.

After the latest missile attack on Ukraine on December 29, 2023, both the media and the people who lead Ukraine and the governments of countries helping Ukraine, all started talking about the barbarity of the Russian army, and this is true - it is impossible to find an excuse for the barbarity of the Russian army in Ukraine, but... my house, my apartment was blown up and burned not by Russians, but by Ukrainians, messianic Ukrainians who consider themselves patriots, fulfilling a patriotic mission to re-educate the Jew.

There is only one form of patriotism: to demand that the government of your country comply with its own Constitution... Everything else is not patriotism, but various forms of extremism...

Any European democracy is based on the fact that all authorities and the army act in the interests of the Constitution. Unfortunately, this is not the case in Ukraine.

There are many defenders of the language, faith, and some other attributes in Ukraine, but there are practically no defenders of the Constitution of Ukraine - the basis, the foundation of the state.

Those who demand compliance with the Constitution of Ukraine are declared outlaws and hounded by the authorities - this can be seen in my example, as well as in the examples of other people.

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