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“What happened is not a terrorist attack (at least from a legal point of view). I was not a member of extremist organizations, I was irreligious and apolitical. Nobody knew what I was going to do, I did all the actions myself. Probably, I am writing this to simplify the work of the IC or those who will rake it all up. I will add my thoughts along the way, but now I will start with the chronology of my actions.
I thought about this for a long time, years passed, and I realized that the time had come to do what I dreamed of. From the middle of the 10th grade, he began to save money for the purchase of firearms, or if he failed to acquire it, the money would be used to obtain a B1 category driver's license. It didn't matter to me how I did it, whether I would use a weapon or a car, or perhaps a knife bomb. I decided to start with a plan with a weapon only because all my life I have been good at shooting, especially after I saw the results of shooting my classmates about two years ago - a pitiful sight.
By March 2021, I had collected a sufficient amount to buy weapons, after turning 18, I began the procedure for obtaining a license.
Around March 13, I wrote an application for a hunting ticket, after which I went to the psychiatric clinic at 74 Petropavlovskaya Street to get a certificate. The psychiatrist was an elderly woman after she asked me a couple of questions like: “Do you smoke? Are you drinking? Did you use drugs? Why a weapon? ”, Asked me for a certificate, which I did not have with me, and then said that I needed to return to her, but with a registered one, since she refused to issue a certificate without it. I knew that in order to get this certificate, I didn’t need a prescription, but I decided to cooperate with a doctor, in the end, I didn’t need any problems in my case. Returning a couple of days later with a registered one and again getting to the reception, I heard the following: “I looked at the notes, and they say that I do not trust your answers,” after that she invited me to go to a paid psychologist, who was located to the left of the corridor. Having paid the money to the cashier, I went to the appointment, after a little over an hour it was my turn, the psychologist asked me the same questions again, after which she said that I needed to take the test, and left for him. When she returned, she said that today I will not have time to take the test, mentioning the following: "You need to take a personality type test, it is large, about 500 questions", after that she asked me to come back in a couple of days. After returning home, it was not difficult for me to find this test, read about the assessment criteria and pass it a couple of dozen times over the weekend. I returned to the appointment a few days later, knowing the answers to the questions, I passed this test pretty quickly. The next test she gave me was a test with a visual image of situations in which I had to write my reaction to certain events, it just so happened that one of my friends was given this test as homework during her studies and she threw it off to me , so I knew the answers to it too. The essence of the next test was in the continuation of unfinished sentences, starting from the previous tests, I approximately understood which answers would be correct. At the end, I was given an A4 sheet and asked to draw a person and some non-existent animal. After passing all the tests, I waited for the results for a couple of days, returned to see a psychiatrist, she reported the successfully passed test and first handed me a certificate for a driver's license, noticing an error, redid it and issued a certificate that there were no contraindications to gun ownership. During his stay in the hospital, the feeling did not leave that those who had to treat were sick themselves.
After that, I went to the drug dispensary on Monastyrskaya Street, I don’t remember the exact address, I passed the tests, went through an ophthalmologist and a narcologist-psychiatrist who asked the same questions as the doctors before him, where I received certificates 002ou and 003ou. After that I took a hunting ticket from the MFC.
The next step was training in the safe handling of weapons. On April 1, I came to the Olimp educational center located near the Dynamo stadium, for about 3-4 hours I sat 1 on 1 with an instructor who told me what I already knew. After that, together with the instructor and another client who came later, we went to the shooting range for test shooting. The next day I came to the exam, the test was similar to the one that is taken when obtaining a driver's license, out of 150 questions in the field of gun law, hunting minimum and questions like: "what will happen if you put a 76mm cartridge into the 70th barrel and shoot", they choose 10 in random order, you can make 1 mistake. I passed the test quickly, after that I went to the shooting exam, successfully passing it, and received a certificate.
Then he bought a safe, sent a statement on state services, and passed the safe check by officers of the National Guard. I took the license to purchase around April 28, on the same day I went to buy weapons. I bought weapons in the "Instrument-Weapons" store on 64 Heroes Khasan Street. Semi-automatic rifles have not been considered, perhaps they give a higher rate of fire, but they can fail at the most crucial moment, but it's not worth talking about Lancaster with a paradox, they will not show the same efficiency when shooting at a crowd as a charge buckshot.
A couple of days after the purchase of the weapon, I sent an application to the state services for obtaining permission to store and carry. By an order received from above, employees will come to me today to re-check the storage conditions of the weapon. Having arrived and filled in all the papers, they also removed the license plates from the weapon, so I did not have to take it to the LRO. The permit was given to me later than the date of issue indicated on the license, it says May 22, although I picked it up on May 27, just after the school holidays started. Maybe they decided to play it safe just in case.
In the original plan, I chose my former school as a place for the attack, but at the end of March I decided to change the place. The school was too unpleasant place to spend the last 10 minutes of my life in it, and the kids do not have many paths there. retreat for salvation, while I myself decided to wait in order to see the results of the IHC (as a result, unfortunately I was not taken to the army). As it turned out, even if I had not changed the place, in any case I would not have had time by the end Due to these circumstances, I had to go to pass state exams for which I did not prepare, at the same time I chose the place for the attack, considered different options: shopping centers, LRO, hospitals, recruiting office, theaters, railway station. All these objects are not approached me on schedule, I needed a place in which the greatest concentration of people would be on Monday closer to noon, so I had only to wait for the lists of enrolled in universities to find out which of the educational institutions would sign for itself sentence. By the end of May, I began to understand that it was more and more difficult for me to control myself. I decided to have less contact with my social circle, I stopped communicating with some people altogether, as it seemed that I could harm them.
The university that made the most serious mistake in its history turned out to be PSNIU, about 4 years ago, probably, I would have been glad to enroll here, but now it does not matter. I liked the large number of buildings and, accordingly, students, there is where to roam, and the location itself looks good, much better than the rotten Khrushchevs around. Not the worst place to die.
On July 20, I decided to test the performance of the shotgun, I had to travel 23 km by public transport to the Losiny Log shooting range. At the shooting range I found out that the shots go down by about 15 cm with the standard sighting devices, and this, taking into account shooting at a distance of about 30 meters, the twist of the sight is nothing does not change, but it still will not be a problem, I don’t think I will have to shoot more than 20 meters, and I’m not going to use bullets. I decided to choose large buckshot as the main ammunition.
On August 27, I bought 105 cartridges with buckshot in the same "Tool-weapon", also 26 rounds remained after the shooting range, there is still a pack of shot number 7, but it will remain in the safe. I wanted to build an IED based on acetone peroxide, but there would be no point in it, the bomb would only slow me down, I had to go easy.
I don’t know yet whether to finish everything myself or let the police officers do it, I think the second option will be more fun, nevertheless neutralizing me will not be a serious problem for them. I can’t rule out the fact that I can be detained. Ha, then I’ll be a loser. ...
Everything around looks so artificial, as in a dream, as if I were watching the actions of my shell from a third person. Every day is a repetition of the past, it all starts with a ringing in the head. It was always difficult to communicate with people, their emotions are incomprehensible. What can you keep a secret. , since elementary school, I realized that I like to hurt people. Their suffering, fear on their faces, these emotions I understood in them, because they were sincere. I had to suppress the desire to destroy everything around me, but I realized that I could not to exist like this, if I did not do it now, then in the future I would still kill someone. I could not be stopped, as I said, it did not matter to me who to kill and in what way, my relatives and friends could not I could do nothing, I could deceive any psychiatrist, the only thing that could stop me was death, since it is close.
No matter how much I sleep, sleep does not add energy. How tired I am. Anger overwhelms me, I want to destroy everything in my path, leave as much pain in this world as possible, those whom I cannot kill will remember this day forever. endured all the people around me all these years, just for this moment. I despise myself as much as all of you. How good that soon everything will be over. I can feel alive at least in these 10 minutes.
This day will be the most eventful day in my life, I will live it the way many of you do not live your lives. I don’t know how many I can kill, but I will do my best to take as much as possible with me. I don’t care about "popularity", Although I understand perfectly well that the media, smelling the smell of carrion, will surely flock to the place like vultures. They will talk about me for a week or a month and forget, but I will lie in the grave, I will not care.
As far back as I can remember, I always thought about death, I never believed in all the religious nonsense about heaven and hell, it seems to me that after death there is nothing, you just disappear, as if you never existed. It's strange that people are so afraid of death, it doesn't matter when, but each of you will die anyway, the process is irreversible, I will only speed it up for some of you. If the Bible turns out to be true, then as far as I understand, hell awaits me, although if you think about it, then probably almost every person committed at least one of the mortals sins, so I will not go to hell alone, but with a whole mountain of sinners, ha ha ha.
I came to the university on September 1, appeared as a representative of civil defense. He talked about the dangers that might await students, mentioned the terrorist attacks, saying that the "security service" (of the university, as I believe) is watching and looking for potential terrorists. Their SB is clearly does not expect that a freshman who has studied for only 3 weeks will come to kill them.
I met my classmates, I don't think it makes sense even to try to remember their names. It’s a strange feeling that I’ve already seen many of them more than once, their appearance, voices, behavior, everything seems too familiar. I can say with confidence that they can't even imagine what kind of attraction will be waiting for everyone.
The first couples were pretty dull, although everyone always told me that the university was much more fun than at school, but I decided that I would enter through the entrance closest to the station. At 11:30 a couple would start, there would be a small number of people at the entrance, students use the entrances as smoking rooms due to the ban on smoking on the territory, so smokers will be the first to go to the next world (smoking really kills). in how quickly the police will react to the incident, because they are at the station in 2 minutes walk.
During my communication with fellow students, a couple of people seemed to me to be worthy of living. If I meet any of them, I will let them go.
Have you ever noticed where you live? Drunkards who have lost their human appearance trudge to the store for alcohol, old bastards in public transport are ready to gnaw each other's throats, disgusting cattle working in the service sector and other scum living around. Among the social bottom, there is almost one biomass. but the “cream of society” is the same biomass, albeit with more resources for its useless existence. On the streets there is dirt, garbage, rats running around the house, everywhere there are old plain Khrushchevs.
Only a few of you deserve to exist. You have come up with a huge number of ideologies, created a bunch of philosophical teachings, but none of this will change your ugly nature. You are greedy, selfish, cowardly and evil creatures, although you consider yourself better than all other biological organisms. Let's be honest, you also consider yourself better than me, but why? Probably because you did not kill "innocent" unarmed people? Because you are worthy members of society? Does your life have a meaning? Do you benefit society? HA HA HA. Everything that makes you stay law-abiding citizens - a system that you yourself created. If such actions were not punishable and censured by the public, then you would have destroyed each other long ago, all your base qualities would have surfaced and you would have seen who you all really are. *** you all!
I decided on the date, I will be nominated on September 20. While I am trying to study the passages between the buildings, fortunately, their application with a detailed plan of the university territory helps me in this. The scale of the university is clearly not designed for one shooter, so if everyone immediately starts evacuating, and does not stay in the buildings , then perhaps they will survive.
Tomorrow I have to perform, a strange feeling of calm, as if tomorrow is an ordinary day, the same routine as always. I hate myself, but I want to hurt everyone who gets in my way. The ringing became even stronger, as if my head was squeezed in a vice The feeling that everything around is just a dream does not leave. I see no reason to write something else. In the end I can say that I am not the first and far from the last. The ban on weapons will not save you, you will be killed by cars, bombs, knives , everything that comes to hand. Such garbage as me, will destroy everything around you, because the world is rotten, you are all rotten from the inside.