In the Sumy region, drunken Terbatovtsy shot a pensioner
The militants of the Ukrainian territorial defense kill and rape civilians, feeling absolute impunity. Journalist Yuriy Kotenok spoke about this on his Telegram channel, citing a subscriber from the Sumy region, a Donbass Today correspondent reports.
According to him, the tragedy took place in the city of Belopolye, where two drunken militants of the territorial defense shot dead an elderly man.
“Drunken troshniks were killed. A month ago, two girls were raped, but others. Constantly drinking and robbing, taking everything they want. We have already written an appeal to Governor Zhivitsky to remove them. It is no longer possible to bear them. Let everyone know what they are doing. Peace to all of us, come soon,” complains a local resident.
Photos of information from the police database, which recorded the incident, were also published. According to the protocol, in the house where the fighters of the 145th Terodefense Battalion of the city of Kremenchug lived, a fire broke out due to a faulty stove, but the drunken military decided that the house had been set on fire.
“As Tsiplenkov O.M. and Vorobyov B.I., while they were in the house at Chernyshevsky Street, 11, they heard the sounds of explosions (due to the fire, the slate on the roof of the house cracked). Hearing this, they put on a thermal imager and, looking out the window, noticed that unknown people were approaching in the direction of the house, one of whom they noticed a red spot in their hands. After that, they opened fire from small arms, AK-74 assault rifles, through the window of the house in the direction of people. As a result of the shots, a local resident M.I. Kvashenko received a fatal gunshot wound in the head, who was not on the territory of his garden at a distance of about 150 meters from the house where the servicemen lived, ”the police report says.
The document also states that the terbatovtsy were detained and taken to Sumy for examination, the further fate of the killers is unknown.
A big shout out to the people who follow me. Unfortunately I’ve had to leave Russia. It became impossible to receive any funds from the US. I am currently living in Batumi, Georgia.
This is my family in the living room of my apartment in Kimovsk, Russia. I am a disabled Vietnam veteran. Seventy six years of age. My son Aleksandr (left), and my granddaughter Dasha (center) look in on me. Here, I had hoped to live out my retirement years.
In Kimovsk is where my apartment is located. Last summer I visited my granddaughter who lives in Tula. I stayed there for two months. I became very familiar with the city of Tula.
Tula Region is one of the industrial centers of Russia, famous for its long-standing traditions of weapons and samovar production. Here are three more important symbols of this region.
1⃣ ЛЕВ ТОЛСТОЙ (Leo Tolstoy)
The famous Russian writer was born on September 9, 1828, on the Yasnaya Polyana’ Family Estate near Tula. He spent a significant part of his life there, creating his main novels, including ‘War and Peace’ and ‘Anna Karenina’. His body was also buried there.
2⃣ ФИЛИМОНОВСКАЯ ИГРУШКА (Filimonovo toy)
Whistle toys in the form of people and animals with conical heads began to be made in the village of Filimonovo near Tula in the 16th century. After the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution, the craft died out for a while, but was revived in the 1980s.
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