"Colonel Budanov was killed."
Not true. He had not been a colonel for a long time.
A man has been killed, whose psyche was at first hard, almost to the point of insanity, crushed by the Chechen war. Then collapsed from the heights of this madness - into humiliation, a cell of judgment, a zone. Having managed, probably, to change his mind a lot about his fate and change ... Maybe, let's hope, he has learned repentance ...
Killed, in fact, another person.
His killers are unknown, but their motives are easy to guess. An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth? The melancholy shines through in this calculation with a truly mortal cold: you won’t return Elsa Kungaeva, you won’t shoot four times into the past ...
A man was killed trying to start some new life: the threshold of a notary's office, a summer day ... And the killers shot - at the symbol!
Paradoxically, the blood on Komsomolsky Prospekt was promoted by those who, during the days of the trial and afterwards, stubbornly made a national hero of Russia out of Colonel Budanov, hysterically and raised patriotic foam. They turned a seriously stumbled and not very healthy person into a political target.
Are these people happy today? Most likely, yes - there is a reason for new hysterics.
The angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection. You understand all this with your head, but life is not geometry, and that's why - melancholy.
“And sorry for everyone and everything…”
V.Sh.