“Mom said: “They beat me, that’s right””

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On September 25, at about 10 am, I heard the knock at the door. Through the peephole, I saw that four men in civilian clothes were standing in front of the door. Apparently, because I got dressed for a long time and did not immediately open the door, they began to say: “You are only making things worse for yourself.” I immediately understood what was happening, so I started filming what was happening on video. I opened the door with my phone in front of me. It was immediately snatched from my hands and has not been given back to this day.

The man who was closest to the door tried to show his ID, but another pushed him, and they went into the apartment where my mother and I were. They tried to drag me out of the apartment, but my mother stood in front of me. No one introduced himself, I did not see the certificate. They pushed my mother away, grabbed my arms and legs and carried me - I was without outerwear, in socks. It was raining outside at that moment. I just got out of the shower, all wet, and they dragged me out into the street.

I was taken to the Lyublino police station. Because they snatched my unlocked phone, they got access to the correspondence with my girlfriend. They brought me to Lyublino at about 10:20 and said that they were going to pick up my girlfriend - a little later she was also taken to the police department.

When I walked from the car to the police station in just socks, they scoffed, saying: “Oh, you know where to go!”. One of the employees joked a lot about drugs, commented that I was not wearing make-up, that I had bruises under my eyes, acne. He said: "You look like crap, you put heroin for sure."

As I understand it, I was detained by two police officers and two employees of the Center "E" (Center for Combating Extremism of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. - Approx. "Cold") .

“Everything happened with tacit consent”

In the police department they tried to conduct preventive conversations with us all the time. They were led by all the employees passing by. For example, they saw that we were sitting in the office, they came in and said: “Yes, you need to be killed, you scum, you scare mothers.” They said that when there was a personal search, they would plant drugs on me. One said: “You are some kind of greyhound, we will still attribute prostitution to you.” During a personal search, I came across a female interrogator - the most adequate employee, I have no complaints about her. When she was undressing me, she said that she was just as uncomfortable as I was, but usually she inspects drug addicts and homeless people, and at least my friend and I are clean. The male employees really wanted to come in for my personal examination, but the interrogator, for which I thank her, told them “no”.

In the explanatory note, I was asked to write that physical and psychological violence was not applied to me. I said that I could not write this phrase, and the man, who was called Valery, came up and began to beat my head very hard on the table. He grabbed my neck in front and behind, saying: “You scum, who is beating you here?”. He took his phone and started filming: “Here, it’s you who beat me, here are the scratches on me.” I didn't touch him.

Before that, there was a situation when I was sitting with one foot on the other, and he walked by and hit me on the hanging leg. First he kicked my leg, and then he began to kick my body. I covered myself with my hands. At that moment there were many employees in the office, but no one stopped him, no one made a remark. Everything happened with their tacit consent.

When other employees called him Valery, he tensed up. And then they joked that in fact he was Dima, but they called him Valery. He was wearing blue jeans, a khaki cap, a black sports turtleneck, black trekking boots, a silver watch on his arm, and a silver fabric pouch at his waist. He put the phone in there and pulled it out like it was a weapon. He was also stubbled, short, literally my height - I'm 164 centimeters - and oriental in appearance, he looked like a Caucasian.

When I refused to write that no violence was used against me, he approached other employees and, in order to scare me, said: "Attribute this to her, this and this." That is, he wanted to attribute articles to me for which I could be tried, because I told him to his face that I would write a statement against him and let him hit me in the kidneys, kill me completely. Every time he beat me, I spoke loudly so that at least someone from the corridor would hear: “Come on, hit me again, come on.” To be heard that he beats me, if the blows were quiet.

He led me by the hair around the room. Every time I predicted [when he would start using violence], because before that he had locked the doors. There were other employees in the office.

We left the OVD at about nine o'clock in the evening. Only about four hours before we were released, they began to draw up the documents.

"I'll kill you now, how could you?"

It hurt when he hit me. The first time he hit me, my eyes got wet because I didn't expect it. But in my life it happened that I was attacked, so I'm a little hardened. Until the age of 14, until I could answer verbally, violence was used against me in the family: my mother raised me as best she could, and there was never a father in my life.

The problem is that my mother is not against the "special military operation" and mobilization. And when I came home, my mother said something from the category: "They beat me, well, that's right." She really doesn't want me to apply. She wanted to force me to go to the police department - when I was detained, I signed an obligation to appear. As a result, I have now left home - not only because the lawyer advised, but also because I cannot be in the same apartment with this person.

At the beginning of the war, we swore to tears. I have anxiety and depression and have panic attacks. And when I had not yet adapted to the drugs, I had tantrums, and my mother just looked at how I was literally lying on the floor, and just stepped over. My mother is from a large family, and all her siblings also support the war. I can't move out because I don't have enough to rent, so the clashes between us have become very intense.

The first thing my mother said to me when we came from the police department was: “I will kill you now, how could you?” And she also said to her friend: “I will kill you.” There was such a contrast: when we arrived at a relative of a friend who has a daughter, they both ran out to hug us: “My pretty ones, it’s good that you were released.”

By the way, my mother went to the police department, although I asked her very much not to do this: she wanted to take copies of the protocols. They didn't give it to her, of course. She lied that I was in the hospital. Maybe she wanted to scare them, because they still beat me. And there she was told: “Let the girls run, they only make things worse for themselves, increase the punishment.”

The police department gave me a copy of the inspection protocol, and I was only able to read the protocol on the offense. It was written there that I was accused of "discrediting" the Russian army.

Kholod recorded the story of Daria's friend, but after that she asked her not to publish or mention her name for personal reasons.