Story of one torture victim of Sokolniki police station

(source: mars-morgana.livejournal.com/3337.html)

It was a warm April day, and first thing I saw when going out in Sokolniki metro station was a clear spring sky. Little did I know that in less than an hour I would be both a witness and victim of most cruel torture.

But let us follow the order of the events. Leaving subway, first thing I saw was a group of some aggressive things in Grey costumes, spitting verbal abuse, red from anger, pulling over subcultural youth, pushing them to to their machines. I immediately figured out that this this was unfounded police aggression going on, and as I am a socially conscious person, I stepped up for the people in trouble. When I asked of the reason for such a rude behavior towards people, which police was showing without providing any documents, they shouted me some extremely crude remarks. And at that point I saw that police was beating with aa baton a guy, whom I had just seen on a bicycle, and who was smiling and talking to a girl. I was not spending a second to a thought, but I ran to defend him from the beating.

So I found myself inside a police car, and I was taken to police station of Sokolniki (although right now I think that it would be more appropriate to call it police station of SSokolniki). Immediately I asked the officer currently in guard of the station to make a protocol of my arrest and explain reason of my arrest, and I was immediately shouted some extreme abuse.

With stupid smile on his face, the current guard say that "ya'll be about killed now", and "ya smartass will get some special treatment". My handcuffs were so tight, that already at this point my hands were blue and were not moving anymore. I asked this thing in a grey form politely to relax them a bit, as a response he started to hit my head to the wall. "Long tongue will crush your forehead", but me, an idiot, still thought that torture is not method of 21st century, when we have both TV and advertisement! At this moment, a huge steamed hog rushed in, filling the space with his breath which smelled like rotten dump of a vegetable market, and he began to scream that "today he will have some party time!". He was followed by other things from the same pack, and some good old violence began - everyone was beaten brutally, but in the same time carefully, in order not to leave any marks. But this was just the beginning+.

I was standing my face to the wall, and hearing a scream from pain, I turned around. And immediately, I felt a series of hits in my head, accompanied with a shout "what the fuck are you turning faggot?!", after which I was tripped up and then Nazis in uniforms went on beating me when I was lying on the ground, they were screaming from joy. But what was unbearable, it was not pain from the hits - what was unbearable was to hear screams of pain of young kids behind me. But as I wrote already, this was just the beginning.

>From middle of the blunt noises of hits, I hear not less a blunt voice: "what the fuck are you beating smartass here, go grab him to that fucking cabinet, there is some space out there!". So those things took me up and dragged me to their "fucking cabinet". I raised my head and I saw police in plain clothes, and due to naivety given to me by birth or due to my stupidity I began to speak. What they were having going on was a huge mistake, that they are face of the law in this country, and how is this face behaving itself? Two pieces of meat (that was how his face looked like) distance themselves from each other from between them a yell "you faggot should figure out that I am the boss!!!". I answered that I do not understand point in question, and I pointed them out statute 51st of the Russian constitution (which gives right not to give testimony against oneself - translator). They answered by shouting "EEE!!!" and delivering me another series of strikes. Then officers gra
bbed 
 my pack, and opening it up rowdily, they found what? Books! And surprisingly, they could not only figure out that they were of different color, but they were even able to figure out their titles - first one, according to their words, was written by "bloody kike Schopenhauer", and second one by Yuri Fyodorovich Orlov, a dissident and human rights activist, as ugly creatures figured out scanning through the foreword. For my shame, I had not yet read yet the second book, but all of its weight, together with mass of thought of Schopenhauer, I could feel in my very head when cops were beating me with the books I love. After this procedure, I attempted to say that books are for knowledge, not for beating people's brain out from their skulls, but these meat machines did not even let me finish as they carried me to the most distant room of this terrarium, and threw me to the floor. I heard shouts of the people, who were beaten in other rooms. I was in a shock. I did not had a chanc
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  to raise my head during the beating, and I felt pain due to the fact that I could not stop this insanity. Somewhere in the next room, beating up young punks, these cannibals put on song of Victor Tsoy "Mother anarchy". Some devil in uniform was shouting "You little bitch taste some sweet 1980's!". And suddenly, next to me, I heard sound of discharging electricity - next to me someone was tortured with electricity.

I was given the first electric shock to my head, with shouts "So antifa, you like little furry animals don't you?". Next shock I got to my back. Sound of discharge and screaming from pain of totally innocent people I heard from all the rooms of the Nazi headquarter of the Sokolniki area. I already almost lost my consciousness, when two raised me to my feet and laughing and roaring "hit him to the balls with it" put the electric shock to my groin. Face of the man in grey was so happy - you may not describe it as unhuman happiness as officers in this police station were nothing like humans. It was something out from this world, from the very
netherworld. He, or rather it, got immediate joy from seeing a man, a complete stranger to him, in extreme pain. I watched him to his eyes and lost my consciousness.

I heard voices "Boom boom boom" - it was a pack of fascists in a Russian march. "Boom boom boom" - a baton beating up the remaining life from a homeless man. "Boom boom boom" - bombs falling on someone's house. "Boom boom boom"+. it is+ it is+ me gaining my consciousness on the concrete floor, and I understood that "Boom boom boom" - it is my heart, which is burning and wants to burn my thorax (few years ago due to a wound I was given a diagnosis of pericarditis). I felt that my heart may not stand anymore discharging electricity, and I figured out that I was having a heart attack, and I asked Nazis to quickly call paramedics. But instead of this, they kept beating me up, but at this point I had stopped of feeling anything.

I am not afraid of death, but at times I would like to live to see world peace. I am all serious, not joking. So I am here, lying on the floor, not any reaction to hits, and sadists started to think. They figure out, that at this point they should get rid of me somehow, throw me to some distant skid row in Chertanovo, or to some sewerage hatch or take me to a hospital. But as there were some 50 witnesses of my arrest, these bandits had to send me to a hospital, telling to paramedics that I was "a junkie who got an overdose". To my surprise, in hospital I was not given any help. I was hardly alive lying on a bench at the waiting room, some yellow-faced nurse was laughing to me and confirming me that I am just about to die. I tried to convince people around me, that I was a victim of police brutality, but I was just ignored. Eventually I was given a call, I called my mother and she took me home.

My passport and my bag were left to the police station, as well as my Jew's harp on which cops stomped on. I am not bitter to this scum - with their behavior they punished themselves, but I believe that it is my duty to stop this horror for good. According to my friends and acquaintances, it was not the first time it was happening in that rat house. And how many more police stations like that we have?

The next day my mother went to chief of the police station of Sokolniki to have my passport. After some discussion, he told her "What are you worrying about - next Monday will go to a court, he will be fined for a misdemeanor AND HE WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE PROBLEMS".

I would like to add, that in this state we have such a statute, number 286 of the penal code, that is "exceeding the powers of authorities, resulting to violent violation of rights and legal interests of the citizens". Is it like that, or is two times two five after all?

I am not making any calls for violence or hate, just writing down some facts that happened to me.
 
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