On the afternoon of March 30, the Paris Tribunal will host the first hearing in the case of Dmitry Klyuev, the alleged organizer of the tax fraud scheme uncovered by Sergei Magnitsky. Judging by the indictment of the French financial prosecutor's office, which was reviewed by Important Stories, Klyuev is accused of laundering money stolen from the Russian budget in the country.

Today, on March 30, the Tribunal de Paris is holding the first hearing of Dmitry Klyuev's case. Klyuev is the alleged mastermind behind the 2007 tax fraud scheme that had been uncovered by Sergei Magnitsky. According to the French National Financial Prosecutor Office indictment, Klyuev is accused of laundering the money stolen from the Russian budget on French soil. Sergei Magnitsky was an auditor at Hermitage Capital, who uncovered a 2007 scheme of a 5.4 billion rubles’ ($230 million approx.

material: Roman Lanin illustrations: Sofia Khananashvili Sometimes you just need to take a look at yourself from the outside, especially in times like ours. Therefore, we asked a graduate student at the University of Wisconsin who teaches Russian to Americans to tell us what those with whom Russian propaganda constantly contrasts us think about Russian speakers/Russians.

The operation of the Armed Forces in the Kursk region has not only military, but also important political significance. Putin’s reaction to the “Kursk situation”, as he calls the breakthrough of Ukrainians, allowed a little better understanding what is happening inside the Russian vertical of power, how it is arranged today and what transformations are taking place in it. “Important stories” tried to figure it out.

The story of one of the most closed officials in Russia — the chief personnel officer of the Russian regime In the Kremlin hierarchy, there exists a unique position. “It’s a kind of caste of chosen people,” said Aleksey Dyumin, now the Secretary of the State Council and formerly one of Putin’s long-time bodyguards. Dyumin spoke with such reverence about adjutants.

There is a special position in the Kremlin hierarchy. “This is such a caste of elected people,” said Alexei Dyumin, recently the secretary of the State Council, and before that, Putin’s long -term bodyguard. With such a pet, Dyumin spoke of adjutants.

I actually always dreamed of becoming a footballer. So, for many years I played football at various sports schools. But it didn’t happen. I felt depressed because of this for some time — I just didn’t know what I wanted to do. However, one very bad football commentator pulled me out of my depression. It’s a shame I don’t remember his name, but I would gladly thank him for the fact that, because of him, I discovered journalism. I was 17 years old.

The “Rotenberg Archive” is a leak of more than 50,000 files, including almost 30,000 emails and about 12,000 documents that shed light on how famous Russian oligarchs brothers Arkady and Boris Rotenbergs hid their companies, real estate, yachts and planes behind the backs of frontmen, which helped them bypass Western sanctions. A source, who asked for anonymity for security reasons, conveyed this archive to “important stories”.

The editor of the “important stories” tells who is behind his persecution and how the special services for years followed him and journalists from Novaya Gazeta. We publish this investigation together Photo: Seraphim Romanov / "New Gazeta" On April 9, employees of the FSB, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Investigative Committee (SK) of Russia conducted searches in the apartment that I rent, and in the editorial office of “important stories”.

insomnia. funny Mandelstam soars, rattling shackles, in the Far Eastern Stalinist print containing himself with inaudible words. life moves through the trees in the window, branches repeating fluent handwriting, and the voice fading within me - sharpening the lines I didn’t find. goodbye my friend. must be forever. I don’t want tea, but I don’t want a meeting either. getting used to the Bashlachev places, lose their speech.

How regional officials and deputies earned an all -Russian vote While the doctors complained about the deficit of protective equipment, the authorities bought millions of masks throughout the country to conduct an all -Russian vote. Officials concluded thousands of state contracts: billions of rubles were spent on masks, gloves, keychains, t -shirts and even seeds. Voting in Vladivostok.

Petersburg, I don’t want to die anymore - I have k v, a r t i r, a m, a sh i n a, and I also have a bed from Ikea and a toilet seat with four modes. get rid of me, Petersburg, don't chase me. I stopped talking a long time ago: “...the distraught Peter, sitting on the horse’s rack, rot rises above the swamp..." the sovereign's abyss and the imperial swamp. Samarkand darkness. Petersburg, civil grief is incomprehensible to me - run over these fagots with tanks.

from here I'll fuck with you, even though you can't hear me: the trees are covered with leaves, in winter they are like stones. I look out the window, studying cloud architecture. what is the autumn tram and the conifers of the local shores? What is sadder than mooing? ships going to sea? Rhyme despair or diligence - what will change? pour out whether melancholy or joy - everything is one. everything dies in the snowy blue. how everything beautiful is deserted, like these waves on the Neva.

“everything in life forms a circle” (Moscow, coins). Petersburg is straightforward and cigarettes. along the Promyshlennaya walk I am empty of water. fisherman on Molvinsky pond sits with milk. sit, fisherman, catch leaves, get drunk slowly. tell the winds about life. be present, be present. I'm tired of expressing something, looking for peace. why did you stop so early? garden over the river? Why didn’t he disappear, why didn’t he go out? Am I the ice of April?

I once studied in ped and lived in an ancient town. everything was there: love to death, kir 24 hours a day in the kiosk. the neighbors didn't fucking piss them off, at least as it is now. my friend, how young we were, oh how we believed in beer. Now we don’t trust any drivers, neither the Psalter nor the ribbon. I want to write poetry in pairs, those that I won’t say anything about. There's not a soul here, it's all gadgets, shawarma, chicken, baklava.