Assault and cops

I was returning home with a friend. Two attacked. They beat me brutally, knocked out my teeth, bumps on both temples, kicked me, punched me in the face and on the head. A friend's bag with a laptop was snatched from her. I have money (apparently they saw me paying for water at the kiosk). O2 was called at 00.37. The attack itself occurred at 00.20. Three girls fought us off. Otherwise they would have scored. Apparently.

The cops arrived when we had already left the so-called scene of the incident. We called them three more times before that. Everything was recorded in the phone, which was in the coat pocket and therefore remained. The last time I called on 02 (they put the call on hold, but finally answered) they told me that 02 is a phone number for Moscow. And since I live in the Moscow region (in Balashikha), this phone is not for me. We realized that there was nothing more to wait for. Let's go home.

At two in the morning a police UAZ finally arrived. We received a call from the girls who fought us off. They still stayed there, finishing their beer. My friend and I left the house, to be honest, it sways when you walk, it’s great. We reached the UAZ. In it, with all the doors locked, the driver was sleeping, a cop woman was sitting, and a third cop, sitting comfortably and warmly in the back seat, was interrogating a witness to the attack. We knocked on the UAZ windows several times, they looked at us, smiled and ignored us. We waited about fifteen minutes. It was cold and scary, shaking and shaking. The pain is hellish, as Navalny says. I hate the word hell, but the pain is truly hellish.

In general, the cops didn’t open the door or even the window for us. Well, we turned around and went home from this warm, smelly, tightly closed UAZ. They didn't even follow us right away. They caught up with us at the entrance, opened the door, and the woman commanded: “Sit down!” Then I went on principle and said that let them come to us (I added a swear word to myself). Baba said: “We’ll go to the emergency room.” Then I said that we weren’t going anywhere with them, we’d sort it out tomorrow. She asked how much time they were given for a call on empty night roads? In response I heard: “Well, call where you called and cancel the call.”

My friend and I turned and entered the entrance. Of course, I said that I was a journalist. The newspaper, of course, called Biryukov directly. But everyone was asleep. I received a text message from the deputy head of Novaya Gazeta, Sergei Sokolov: “call 0911 and 112 instead of 02, while I’m looking for at least someone who is awake.”

Here you go. In 2006 they didn’t have time to beat me. In Beslan. In 2012 they were able to. In Balashikha. The progress of Putin's insanity is obvious. However, this is what we write about all the time in Novaya. It's not that there's no point. He is. But this is definitely not for us. Thank you, Nurgaliev. I really want to add “fucking goat,” but I won’t. I understand that the sleep of cops is a sacred matter. After all, a bottle of shamanic medicine always makes you want to sleep. Yeah.

Good night, bitches.

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