Path to the Stars – 1. Night Visit

Five hours later, I’m being escorted out of my cell, and I meet you and the lawyer in the hallway. I see your worried and anxious look. Vladimir goes with me to the office. In the office, a fat man with thick lips is sitting at a Desk. It is clear that the person is very unpleasant, will crush and kill anyone, but not with their own hands. A nasty, nasty cold breathed from him. He introduced himself as an investigator of the Investigative Committee on particularly serious cases, Mongush S. S. Then presented the decision on the indictment for review.

In the resolution it was specified that I together with Chimit A., Chimit V., Kadyr-ool A. at the beginning of May, 2007 in the apartment 28, house 17 on Paroturbinnaya Street killed the citizen Pavlova D. V. in the presence of the witness. The data of the witness is not specified in the interests of the investigation and for the protection of the witness.

This is nonsense, who could invent such a thing?!

– Do you want to testify on the charges?” the investigator asks me.

“Yes, I do.

Vladimir tells me:

“I’ll have to think about it.”

– Vladimir Nikolayevich, what to think about when there was no crime.

– Write. I don’t know Pavlova. There was no murder with my participation in the specified apartment. I ask to interrogate as a witness the owner of this apartment Mongush Z. T. and members of her family. I’m innocent, I didn’t commit any murder. I have nothing more to say.

My testimony was recorded. The investigator informed us that tomorrow there will be a trial on remand in custody, and now I will be taken to a temporary detention center. I turned to Vladimir:

– Bring me my things, please.” Sonya will collect it for you.

Whirled thoughts – maybe Chimici killed, and now they want to blame me? We need to ask for a confrontation with this witness, who is he? There’s no way they killed anyone. Maybe Dinchit wants to set me up, but what has the Chimits got to do with it?

TEMPORARY DETENTION FACILITY-IVS

I was taken to the isolation ward of the city police Department. The staff at the detention center look at me in amazement, apparently they are confused by my outfit. It dawns on me that I’m still in my house clothes. Acute desire to fall asleep and Wake up at home. Then they take me to the storeroom to choose a pillow, blanket, or mattress. I can barely drag it all up to the camera. Finally, I am taken to a cell where I can sleep. The cell is dark, smells strongly of urine, and the floor toilet is very dirty. I knocked on the door and asked for bleach to fill the toilet. Thank you for bringing and checking that I really use it for its intended purpose, and not use it for poisoning. Then, spreading out the mattress, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

“Take your Breakfast.”

– What time is it?”

– 6 o’clock in the morning.

I wanted to leave the cell, but I see an aluminum plate with some porridge on the floor, next to an aluminum glass with tea, on it a piece of bread. When I saw the food, I felt very hungry, and for the second day I didn’t eat or drink anything. I took my food and went into the cell. You should have seen how greedily I ate porridge with bread, I hardly ate bread at home. And then I ate porridge with bread.

My thoughts are refreshed from sleep, my strength is increased, but still this wild accusation drives me mad. They’ll figure it out, and I’ll sue this Sangaa operative.

At 8 o’clock in the morning, I am taken out of the cell to be taken to the district court. I meet Anya in the corridor. I ask with surprise and indignation:

“What’s going on, Anya?”

– I don’t know, I’m in shock. Who is Pavlova? – what is it? “she asks me.

– I don’t know, I wanted to ask you. I thought it was your real estate client.

– You know we don’t have a client with that name.” I thought you were involved somewhere.

– I thought you were planning something against me.” Mongush Z. when did you put the apartment up for sale?

– In August 2007, there is a contract for receiving a Deposit. After receiving the money, she and her family moved to a dacha.

– So they lived in their own apartment in may?” Maybe they killed this Pavlova, and now they want to blame us?

We and the other men were taken to a building on the territory of the district court and placed in a cell. I tell Ana how I was snatched from my house. She told me that she was called and asked to come to the police with a passport, and there they held her for several hours and charged her, after which they placed her in an IVS. Anya says:

– It can’t be that Mongush Z. and his family want to blame the crime on us. She knows both of us, but she doesn’t know my brother and my husband.