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What you are about to read cannot be called either a story or
literary work. This is the testimony of those guilty of torture
niya and rape of a young girl. I thought for a long time whether to insert
THIS in the newspaper and came to the conclusion that you should read THIS and those
who has not yet understood that THIS WORLD WILL NOT SAVE ANYTHING (C) Werewol-
ves, let them be convinced of this...
L I T E R A T U R N A Y O R A B O T C A
testimony and testimony of A. Arinich, D. Titovets, (b. 1969,
born 1968) in the case of the Minsk tragedy, based on materials from the publication
magazine RUSSIAN WORD, December 1987 “Is this slander?”
Meeting of the Minsk City Court (USSR) in May 1987.
- Well, that is, when they brought her in, I didn’t know that she was a snitch -
Owl told us this later and also said: boys, you can
do whatever you want with her, just don’t kill her - we’ll sit down, they say...
The boys covered her in the entrance and dragged her - slippers on the way
fell down and she was wearing white socks, some kind of skirt and a blue sweater
point. I don’t know about the bra; such a pretty girl on the face
Chonka, black hair, black eyes, plump lips. I got scared
she of course. The name was Larisa, she was scared, of course, she started to
ridore scream andOwl came running and said: boys, don’t do this
loudly, they will hear. Then Titus (Titovets. D. - approx. author) so affectionately
says: Larisa, Larisa, become calm. She tears, calm down-
... And then Titus kicked her, kicked her well, with a quickdraw in the stomach. Well
She sobbed strangely and bent over. Then Titus and I dragged
whether she goes to the bathroom; the bathroom was small, made of white tiles. With the girls
chonki we stole a skirt, blouse and bra. There was also Loch there, right?
he saw her plump girlish breasts on which the nipples were barely
pink cones prominently puffed up, then he grunted and began to pull
take off your jeans. Larisa was kneeling in the bathtub in white
panties on a thin body and white socks; cried and covered
with her palms on her still small breasts, she repeated: boys, don’t
I’ll let you torture me for good measure, don’t. But Titus said that
she will give it anyway. Then Loch asked: how old are you, Larisa?
She cries: eighteen. Take it in your mouth, he says. The girl is
looked at us in fright, Loch had almost undressed and was standing up to his waist
naked, ugly, his gun was swaying. Then he hit Larisa on the
face - will you? She fell to the bottom of the bathtub and blood began to flow from her lip.
Will you? She began to cry and somehow got up, smearing the bathtub with blood.
from broken knees and lips - I often looked at such knees in
park, when girls from the Left Bank rode on swing boats and
I didn't know that someday the girl would be shakingthese knee-
mi, bring your face closer to Loch’s red, powerful penis, and the strands
los will cover her cheek, wet from tears... She, apparently, will never
I haven’t put it in my mouth yet and that’s why Loch couldn’t stand it. She only
I grabbed the penis carefully, as I obviously kissed my unknown
we're a boy, but anyway, we're like that... Why are you tickling, bitch?
suck it, I say! - Loch yelled and grabbed Larisa by the hair, pulling
pulled the girl's head towards himself; she screamed, it was probably
her first serious pain that evening and she didn’t know what would happen
more... She sobbed, but continued to suck, Loch blinked sweetly -
Xia. Titus said that he, too, would probably undress. We are naked
crowded around in the bathroom, and Larisa pressed her face to Loch’s dick and he
was already swaying, moaning. At that moment I looked into the room
Owl, she had already stripped naked and was walking around in only stockings and shoes,
and on her neck she had that girl’s necklace... The owl wished us
success. I looked at her tanned, brown breasts with dark
nipples, who probably knew no other man, and felt
burning desire. We were all fired up: we were interested -
after all, we were given a living toy, with soft fluffy skin, crying and
warm - and the childish thirst to break awoke in us with increasing intensity
loy... Our members were flaccid, then they began to rise; Loja
already pushed away. Titus climbed into the bathroom; Larisa was already pressed to the bottom
baths and tit, almostsat down on her... She was already breathing heavily, sweat was high-
put a blunt on her forehead, moistened her hair... She, Larisa, worked on
glory: But Titus, laughing, put his palm on her bare left
chest heaving under your hand. Titus probably felt the soft
skin; but he used to work as a loader and began to squeeze her.
The girl felt pain and could not stand it, she pulled out: Titus’s dick,
Already tense, he poured his white spray onto her chest... Titus
swore. Larisa lay on the bottom of the bathtub and, with her mouth curled, looked at
asking us, no need, they say! Then Loch burst into the bathroom and shouted:
give me that bitch! He was still only wearing a shirt and became
to the bathroom window, pointed his penis at the girl. She felt something
but it was too late: Loch peed on her! A stream of yellowish moisture
flooded her bare breasts and panties - she recoiled, but slipped
stumbled and fell. Titus and I, smiling, walked to the edge of the bath... Te-
now there was a strong smell of the toilet... Now she, Larisa, was against me -
na, disgusting and strangely our entertainment was not at all disgusting
readings. We were normal tough guys - me, Loch, Titus, and even
cool girl Owl, and this was the last scum, snitch. Yes
The owl told us... I enjoyed humiliating this naked girl
and I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into the crowd at the bottom of the bathtub
puddle, but I went a little too far: because I broke her nose and
this puddle turned pink. It was already possible to breathedifficult; boys
They decided to wash everything off and Titus poured boiling water into the bath. He got to
her feet in socks and for the first time she screamed so pitifully and hoarsely -
got burned. Then I took the shower from Titus and started pouring cold water on her
water - splashes hung in the air, it became fresher... The boys smoked
whether.
- Let’s give her a “dance until midnight!” - said Titus. La-
Rice was pulled out of the bathroom. There were already several bruises on her face,
her hair is wet... We tied her arms and legs to the radiator and
then Loch noticed that neither her panties nor
not a sock. They were stolen and I thought she had very beautiful legs
thin ankles, fluff of hair on the calves, strong but soft feet,
and pink fingers. Good girl... Titus came up first and threw
a lit cigarette and, hugging her, pressed himself against her naked, crucified
on the battery's body, towards the convexly protruding chest. Titus smiled, he
carefully inserted the penis and suddenly, sharply, with a scream, pushed it straight in
deep into Larisa's body. I saw her moan like a spasm
ran over her slender bare legs. And Titus began to pump his penis
her womb is getting stronger and harder; he kissed her roughly and greedily,
listening to her moans. The girl was already breathing wheezingly, he squeezed her,
while bending: Aaaah... Aah!! Then I realized that her wrists
and the hot radiator began to burn my ankles; and here is Titus's penis inside -
He sprayed a stream on her and she went limp... Her eyes were closed,
there are bruises underneath- lips whisper something incoherently... Between the hairs of the groin
the clitoris is trembling, poor thing. And then I fell on her. I feel-
the warmth of her body. His trembling. I was pleased that she
powerful, there was something bestial, dark in it and therefore - attractive -
tel. I felt the breath of her bare chest. I tormented her internally
ri, where her most intimate was and she was given to mine
movements, I don’t know, from pain or from sweetness; When I kissed her
weak lips, I even felt a little sorry for her. The girl was almost there
unconscious, but that was good, and so I leaned close to her again
bare stomach, roughly squeezed her thighs and moaned: that’s it, I let her
seed, I took her powerfully, without asking permission, as I should
man. Another cramp seized her legs; I walked away and was laughed at
Nil Tit, then Loch, then me again... Larisa's eyes almost rolled
eyes, cold water was splashed on her. Breaking away from the girl,
crucified on the radiator, we smoked hastily, and Owl in the next room
Here she fanned us with towels. And we argued how much this girl-
will the chonka last, and how much longer will it go through?
Loch ruined everything. While Titus was using Larissa,
Loch ran with a box of matches and cotton wool, he began stuffing this cotton wool -
between the girl's pink toes. Titus noticed this and
ral: come on, come on, they say! When Loch set fire to the cotton wool, it smelled bad
and the girl began to move her fingers, but the burning cotton wool did not fall out -la. She started screaming and this provoked Titus even more: he
loves when women scream... In short, she's completely limp, her breasts
she became lethargic and Titus got tired of it all. He stepped back; Lari-
she was almost hanging on the radiator and her eyes stopped. And Titus began
beat her. He hit skillfully; they untied her and Titus hit her in the groin, yes we
everyone hit her in the groin, at least once, and it felt good to kick her in that
a place that has just given us pleasure; and every time
when she hit the house, she screamed... We knocked her to the floor and began to stomp
thief; and then Titus brought waders and we took turns trampling
her, crushing her bare breasts and fingers with his heels...
All this, in short, is boring. We left it in the bathroom and turned it on
ice water. And they themselves went to another room to see Owl; there we smoke
and drank the vodka brought by Titus. The owl walked among us for a long time;
we were tired of the water, the blows, and the Owl was naked and fresh, and her hands
our members were so affectionately disturbed. And here is our faithful friend
knelt down in front of me. Her thighs were in front of my face
she smelled like shampoo... And I first touched her lips in admiration
sin of our girlfriend, then pressing our lips more and more
to her bare groin, finally got to her slit... And warm legs on-
The necks of the faithful Owl moved and I drowned in the passion of disturbing her
body.
... Meanwhile, the beaten Larisa still managed to get out of
bathroom and crawl out onto the landing, crawling downspit-stained steps
Yum. We caught up with her on the landing; Titus beat her severely again and we
threw her into the bathroom. The girl was lying on the bottom, her back and legs were
were covered in bruises and hickeys, there was golden fluff in the blood
calves Only the buttocks remained intact. And then the Owl, smiling,
Shaking, she pushed Titus towards the bathtub, touching him with her thin fingers
member. And Titus understood... He climbed into the bathroom, leaned on the beaten
Larisa... And he pushed the erect penis between her white untouched
buttocks... The poor thing tried to get up and screamed. A Girl
ours also climbed into the bathtub with them and hugged, smiling, Tita,
her sharp breasts teased him, and the Owl, looking at him with a smile,
Now she pressed herself close to him, now she pulled away... Loch’s eyes sparkled -
Lee and then we began to cut out the initial
letters of our surnames; “L” turned out to be easy, but with “T” I had to
tinker... The girl was no longer screaming, blood was flowing down her thighs and
After that, no one became interested in her. We stuck it to her
place a rag between your legs to prevent blood from flowing and leave...
I woke up with the Owl. She was sleeping and moisture was still frozen on her chest.
ha; The phone rang. I picked up the phone, Lokhin called and said that
someone betrayed us and that he was getting away... As I later found out, he
I didn’t have time either... I woke up the Owl; she was getting dressed when the cops
came into our entrance...
Literary treatment of the testimony of A. Arinich and
D. Titovets withpermission from the Investigation Department
Minsk Prosecutor's Office carried out
Z. M. Kseshinsky, journalist.
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