He was detained at an anti-war rally on March 6. His relatives lost contact with him, and he was found only on March 12 in the hospital, at the Sklifosovsky Research Institute of Emergency Medicine. He was taken there because he had taken methadone after his arrest. Later Sergeev was placed in custody. Initially, a case was opened on preparation for hooliganism by a group of people using weapons or (Part 2 of Article 213 of the Criminal Code with the use of Part 1 of Article 30 of the Criminal Code). On March 6, an anonymous public on VKontakte “Polite People / War” published a message that two citizens detained on Pushkinskaya Square were found with explosives. Sergeev admitted guilt. On May 5, it became known that the charge had been reclassified as preparation for a terrorist act by a group of persons (Part 2 of Article 205 of the Criminal Code with the use of Part 1 of Article 30 of the Criminal Code). On April 20, 2023, Sergeev was sentenced to eight years in a maximum security colony. On September 27, the appellate court reduced his sentence by two months.
Hello, ... Just in case, I will assign numbers to my answer; sometimes this helps to understand that some of them did not reach you. Let this be No. 1, a response to your letter dated 09/04/24 (you put an incorrect date there) and 08/28/24.
A guy from Mariupol is in here with me, he remembers those green mosquitoes, only he says that they bite.
Those are some wild things about Gorinov... This all started happening to him last year, how long has he been suffering like this? Was it him who had lung disease?
I started experimenting a lot with gymnastics for the neck and upper back. I do a lot of monotonous turns and tilts of my head, a lot of movements with my arms and shoulders. Maybe this is self-hypnosis, but it seems to me that my thinking is better this way (but this is not for certain). I’m not sure if I’m doing everything right, but I figured it was better to do it wrong than not do it at all.
I’ll describe how everything is going for me with the news. Recently we watched TV, in one program there was a pleasant-looking woman with the last name Mikhailovskaya, who collected money for the needs of the Russian Armed Forces. She thanked everyone for the donation on behalf of the conscripts fighting in the Kursk region. What conscripts? This is news... And here I thought the Tsar personally promised that conscripts would not fight. I learned from the Kommersant newspaper that after the attack on the substation in the city of Kurchatov, power outages began. But just what is happening there in the western part of Russia? They don’t say this on TV. This is how I get news.
I read Astafiev — a terrifying author, writes about the Second World War, a front-line soldier. They don’t show those things in films; his war consists of grime. I remember this scene, it turns out that not everyone always went on the attack with a cry of «Hurray!»: «And before the last shells of our artillery attack had time to explode, even the rockets that whistled over the trenches and fell in drops did not go out when Boris jumped out of the trench and loudly, as it seemed to him, but in reality in a broken and high-pitched voice, shouted: „Follow me! Hurray!“ — and, waving his revolver, he rushed forward. He rushed forward and for some reason did not hear the menacing stomps and heroic exclamations behind him. He looked back: the soldiers were going on the attack in dashes, leisurely, businesslike, as if they were not in battle, but at work and carried it out prudently, thoroughly, seemingly not paying any attention to each other and to him, the combat commander.
„Cowards! Scoundrels! Forward!..“ — the junior lieutenant shouted louder than before, but no one rushed forward, except for two or three young soldiers, who were immediately hit by fascist bullets. And then the lightning decision came to shoot. Shoot one of these silent fighters as an example, one of those with faces distant from the battle, distant from the world and from everything in the world, with a figure that is not at all fit for fighting... And as luck would have it, a guy plopped down next to him, plopped down and began to slowly wield a shovel, burying his head first, and then further.» I note that Astafiev is a very respected author, and not some renegade.
I’m fine. Thanks for support! 09/07/24 Yeniseisk T-2
