A very "honest" and "incorruptible" journalist from Bellingcat, Christo Grozev, in one of his interviews spoke about the methods of FSB counterintelligence. I wrote to Grozev and showed him what similar services in Ukraine do. I did not receive an answer.

About a month before the event this film is about, I discovered that patrol cars had started hunting me. Several times I discovered a patrol car behind me after I stopped at a traffic light, not having time to drive through an intersection. The strange thing was that almost always I drove up to an intersection, when the yellow light turned on right in front of me. This became a system and looked like provocative mockery.

The event this film demonstrates that it really was a provocation. This film also demonstrates the level of technical capabilities of the "guests" who, without my knowledge and in my absence, systematically, despite the fact that I periodically change the locks, enter my apartment.

Because of the hidden war being waged against me, I cannot earn a living. The only jobs available to me on the social ladder in Ukraine are loader and night watchman. After the terrorist attack in my apartment on October 5, 2023 and the robbery by operatives on January 25, 2025, I need money and I ask everyone who values ​​the ideals of freedom to help me and my cats leave Ukraine.

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On April 15, 2024, at 10:35 p.m., I was returning home along Bohdan Khmelnytsky Avenue. As I wrote at the beginning, as luck would have it, right in front of my car, I believe intentionally, with mocking purposes, all the traffic lights switched to yellow, and then to red, constantly forcing me to brake and stand at the intersection. About 30 meters from the intersection with Stromtsova Street, I saw that the green traffic light began to flash. I put my foot on the brake pedal, but at that moment I saw that the traffic light began to show conflicting signals - this will be visible on the recording. I decided that I was not obliged to obey the signals of a faulty traffic light and continued driving. As soon as I passed the intersection, I saw the red and blue flashing light of a police car and stopped.

What happened next looked like a theater of the police absurd. This can be seen on the video. I had the constant feeling that some kind of performance was being played out in front of me. After an hour and a half of bullying and humiliation, when the police left and I went home, in the car, describing my vision of what happened, I said that it was possible that they kept me on the road in order to provide guaranteed time for a search of my apartment.

Returning home, I discovered that the apartment had indeed been searched, and a day later I received evidence that the purpose of the search was to collect information for blackmail and to pit me against other people.

Returning home and opening the door, I immediately found a moved marker. Opening the second door, I discovered that the second marker was completely gone. This only meant that someone had opened both doors in my absence. After my cat was poisoned again in mid-November 2023, I began taking pictures of the floor and the trash scattered on the floor when leaving the house. I kept the photos on a flash drive. I already wrote about this at the beginning. Upon entering the apartment, I took a photo and immediately compared it with the photo taken before leaving. The differences were visible even on the phone. After that, I took out the hidden second phone, which I turned on to record sound before leaving, and went to the computer. As I expected, there was nothing on the recording. Similar "tricks" with audio recordings occurred several times in the summer, fall and winter of 2022, when operatives, in order to suppress me with constant post-traumatic stress and thus prevent my emigration, poisoned my cats and me. The audio recordings made by the phone did not contain any information about breaking into my apartment, that is, just quiet household noise, and the audio recordings made by the MP3 player simply ended a few minutes after I left the house, for no reason. This was repeated several times and each time it was associated with the death of a cat. Moreover, the player did not turn off, the small display of the player showed that the recording was in progress, but in reality, the recording was not in progress.

The two photos that you can see below were taken with my phone, the first one - on April 15, 2024, at 19:30:15, and the second one, 4 hours, 48 ​​minutes and 35 seconds later - on April 16, 2024 at 00:18:50.

There are up to 40 differences in these photos. I have highlighted the most obvious differences in red.

The differences in the upper part of the photo are the result of the artifacts being displaced as a result of the door being opened. The differences in the lower part of the photo could only have arisen as a result of the artifacts being displaced by the feet of the "guests" - there is a gap of about one centimeter between the door and the floor.

I have never given anyone the keys to my apartment and for a long time I could not understand how the "guests" get impressions of my keys?

Around 2011, I found out that one of the ways to get the impressions was... video cameras at supermarket checkouts. The video cameras there are good - they record the numbers of the bills in the hands of cashiers, and I had a bad habit of twirling the keys in my hand. I changed the lock cylinders and showed the new pattern myself... Having realized what was happening, I immediately got rid of this bad habit. The visits of the "guests" stopped for a while, but then it all started again. Around 2015-2016, I forgot the keys in the ignition of my car several times. Perhaps this happened due to fatigue, from constant terror, or perhaps due to the use of psychotropic substances against me, but after another such incident, I simply separated the keys to the car and the apartment and somehow, seemingly by itself, stopped forgetting the keys in the ignition after that. Again, the visits of the "guests" stopped for a while, but then it all started again. For several years, I simply periodically re-sharpened the lock cylinders and this helped for a while, but I could not understand how, in what way, the "reds" get new impressions from the keys? There could be only two options: either a video camera installed somewhere near the door of my apartment, or X-ray equipment. I received the answer to this question by chance, at the end of October 2022. After the engine of my Ford Scorpio was disabled in August 2022, I was forced to walk and take minibuses for almost three months. And then, one evening, two people got into a half-empty minibus, one of whom stood on my right, and the other on my left. The one on my right had a backpack in his hands, and the one on the left had a small canvas bag. They behaved tensely. The one with the backpack took it off, took it in his left hand and, despite the fact that the minibus was half empty, stood close to me so that the backpack periodically touched me as the car moved. After one of my cats, Ganya, was poisoned again on August 29, 2022, and she died 3 days later, I again remade the lock cylinders and keys, so I expected some kind of action from the operatives in order to obtain casts of my new keys. In general, I examined this backpack - it was almost empty. There was something flat there and there was definitely no midget - a pickpocket, for example, who could climb into my pocket and make casts of the keys. At the same time, the subject to the left of me was doing something with his bag. Anyway, having reached my stop, I got out, deciding that these were simple "crimpers", but unfortunately, I was wrong... The backpack that the subject standing on the right was holding apparently contained a cassette with X-ray film, and the canvas bag of the one standing on the left most likely contained a container with a gamma source. Therefore, the subject on the left kept trying to press his backpack tighter to my pocket with the keys - to get a clearer picture. A few days later, after this operation, the "guests" again came into my apartment and killed my cat Apricot. The video recorder again did not record anything, and the audio recording on the MP3 player was again cut off, about 10 minutes after I left the apartment. Also, in order to obtain impressions of the keys, the "specialists" exposed me to penetrating radiation.

In the process of creating and preparing for publication of this film, I am constantly under pressure. On December 29, 2024, an operative almost demonstratively entered my apartment in such a way as to focus my attention on my neighbor - an anti-Semite and degenerate, with the help of whom the SBU has been terrorizing me for 15 years, since January 2010, so that I myself would begin to say that allegedly, it is not the SBU, but my neighbor who enters my apartment and everything that is happening is not political persecution, but a simple everyday conflict with neighbors and I myself am the culprit of this everyday conflict and am trying to slander my respectable neighbors in order to thus receive asylum in the West.

On December 29, 2024, leaving the house, at 15:13 I took a photo of the garbage scattered on the floor. As soon as I left the apartment into the entrance, I heard someone going up the stairs. The man who was getting up coughed twice, obviously to attract attention, and then went into the apartment on the floor below, where the provocateur and anti-Semite lives. Returning home, 50 minutes later, at 16:03, I took another photo. I did not compare the photos. In the evening, around 23:00, I turned on my computer and discovered that someone had turned it on in my absence. Then I immediately compared the photos and saw that they were very different, in addition, in the photo taken after I returned home, you can see scattered cat food - the operative was feeding my cats for some reason.

This is the second set of photos. I circled the most obvious differences in red. You can see scattered cat food. As far as I understand, the operative's demonstrative scattering of food is a system of cognitive hints of the SBU - a threat to poison my cats. My cats, for more than 13 years, have been used by the SBU as hostages.

The terrible conditions that you will see, in which I am forced to live, are not a consequence of my sloppiness, or any other negative qualities inherent in me, but are only a consequence of the subversive operational activities carried out against me by the state of Ukraine.

Below is a screenshot of my DVR event log.

You can see that I left home at 15:14:49 and returned home at 15:58:45.

No events were registered between 15:14:49 and 15:58:45.

This demonstrates and proves that the "guest" who entered my apartment between 15:14:49 and 15:58:45 has a means to disable the video cameras.

Just before the publication, the day before yesterday, January 25, 2025, at 22:39, while I was sleeping, someone stole all the money from my cryptocurrency wallet, the money that my relatives transferred to me and with which I was supposed to go to the West. In order to steal my money, it was necessary to know the passphrase from my crypto wallet, so only the operatives who go to my apartment, kill my cats, blew up my apartment and use poisons against me could do this. All this is done by the same bastards. Before the robbery, for at least a week, I was treated with a psychotropic substance that causes an ecstatic state and dulls caution. That is, representatives of the executive authorities of Ukraine, using their official powers, poisoned and robbed me. I will soon publish an article about this and show that such abuse of official powers by representatives of the executive authorities of Ukraine did not arise today and is not a consequence of the war, but is an established, I would call it - police piracy, characteristic of the police departments of Ukraine, since their foundation. It did not arise today. It has always been like this. They inherited it from their predecessors - the police departments of the USSR and, relying on information from open sources, I see that multiple cases of actions by representatives of state authorities of Ukraine, in relation to citizens of Ukraine and foreigners, identically correspond to the descriptions of what the executioners of the OGPU and NKVD did to people in the USSR, in the darkest years of history, during the Stalinist repressions.

The local mafia - Filatov and Korban are blackmailing me by disconnecting my apartment from the water supply. This is the characteristic style of the Dnepropetrovsk gang of raiders who seized power. I will talk about this in a separate article dedicated to corruption and raiding.

This film also demonstrates that the authorities are behind the illegal entry into my apartment.  

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