Svetlana Macy's Trip to Tunisia and the Lie She Told On the Way to the Airport
RUSSIAN FSB TRAINED HONEYPOT TRAP SPARROW EX-WIFE SVETLANA MACY TELLS ME ANOTHER LIE
May 9, 2017. Victory Day in Russia. My then ex-wife, still Russian FSB honeypot trap sparrow Svetlana Macy, our 16 year old dual national son Nick and I walked from our home at Kamennoostrovskiy Prospect 35 in the heart of Saint Petersburg to the bank of the Neva river, for the part of Saint Petersburg we lived upon was an island called Petrogradskiy.
My son Nicholas James Macy had stabbed my left arm, severing my artery, almost killing me a few months earlier on January 24th, 2017, less than a month after our arrival back to Russia after a 2 year stay for him in the US and a little bit over 3 years for myself.
He, my son, I believe was acting out his role in a bit of 'street theater' organized by his mother so as to have a story for the police of a kitchen accident in which father unexpectedly died.
Never before, and never since had she put on such a show, flinging dishes thtoughout the kithcen, smashing them, the floor oddly wet and slippery, and why were a selection of knives not thrown about on the floor as the dishes had been, but simply laid out on the counter?
One knife in particular caught me eye. It was double pronged, that is to say it had two sharp tips. She has since thrown that knife away prior to the Russian police making their investigation as bound by law. I for my part invoked a section of the Russian constitution whereby I could not be forced to testify against a family member, in this case my son. Yes he was in on it. And yes his 16 year old mind knew what it was doing. Still I was his father with more or less traditional hopes that he might get an education, establish for himself some sort of career, get married, raise children. So for me to testify against him, against her, would were I successful not be to my sons benefit, and my Russian ex-wife with ties to that mafia known as Russian police, and FSB made my chances of success seem minimal.
When living a few months earlier in Denver in the fall of 2016 under FBI surveillance, entrapment, and gangstalking I had found that which I had waited for.
There it was on Nick's Denver Online High School laptop, the angry and venomous chat between mother and son with such anger and fire directed at me, father.
They, mother and son, both claimed and maintain the lie to this day that they had no contact for those two years apart. Google Charlie Tan Pittsford NY. You'll see that mothers and sons conspiring in crimes is not a thing isolated to me.
This chat found by me on his Denver Online High School laptop in that fall of 2016 contradicted their lies.
Therefore at his first opportunity, the next day, my son Nick smashed his laptop claiming an accident and acknowledged the chat but denied it was with his mother.
I was still in the mode of 'I am father and will act as such damn the consequences'. He is my son and an innocent misled in this nefarious game between his Russian FSB trained honeypot trap swallow mother, and myself an individual targeted by the CIA years earlier, leading me on a path to meet her, have him, and so much more in their brazen attempt to create a modern patsy for a presidential assassination attempt patsy.
Svetlana had lied in October 2013 telling me that she had received a call on our sons phone from the man who had poisoned me in August 2011, Alexander Tregubov. Svetlana said that he, Alexander, had called to make a death threat against me.
I had heard the same thing from another Russian FSB trained honeypot trap sparrow named Evgeniya Kosheleva a day or two before. Evgeniya was the gal a prostitute living in a cheap Russian bordello tasked with leading me into divorce.
At the time Evgeniya Kosheleva and I were living together with two other soft drug using former prostitutes, Albina Taptiga and Evgeniya Kritova in a humid first floor studio apartment 'magically' arranged by likely German spy and conspirator in the failed Obama assassination attempt of 2014 David Mueller-Meerkatz on Line 11 of nearby Vasilievskiy Island also in the heart of Saint Petersburg.
David, a successful Amway dealer in Russia, had made great effort in the late 1990s and 2000s to establish a friendship with me with several dinner invitations, parties, free lunches and trips to bordellos.
All of it a false manipulation.
A psy op, as I would take lessons from former CIA agent Doug Boyce in the spring of 2014 in his home in Virginia Beach as house guest as to the techniques used on targets. David, like Doug, a criminal, a conspirator.
It took me weeks after Doug's admission he had been CIA when we met in Russia in 1999 to realize I had been targeted by these folk, scurrilous and worse.
As to the October 2013 death threat, I believed them both, Svetlana and Genya. I did not know then that these two women had conspired against me for material gain in part of a much larger conspiracy organized by the CIA to manipulate me into the role of patsy for a presidential assassination attempt planned to occur sometime between the years of 2012 and 2014 that failed.
The president, Obama, after all was Black and Joe Biden awaited his ascendancy. Why do you think he didnt run? He didn't think he'd have to. As in 1963, as with JFK and LBJ the fix was surely in.
All was perfect but for the loose cannon that was me, not quite as predictable as supposed, as planned.
In any case I retreated from Russia in that October of 2013. My son followed in December of 2014, though he had been sent by his mother as a weapon. This I understood in only a few weeks time from his arrival. I decided I cared not, for I was his father and could endure the deception and any resulting trickery.
I got to put that belief to the test in September 2015 when 16 year old Nick, against my expressed verbal command grew 30 small pot plants, left them in small pots on the kitchen table with the kitchen sliding glass door curtain pulled back just enough for the plants to be visible from the outside.
I then received a call from the Victor, NY police 911 service asking had I just made a call from my cell requesting police assistance and did I in fact require police assisstance.
I was bewildered as I took the call, as I was just getting out of my car at the local Victor Walmart parking lot and assured them that indeed I hadn't made the call, and had no need for police at the home I once owned at 1235 Honeysuckle Pass in Victor, NY, a white well educated suburb of Rochester NY.
I arrived to my home. Three Victor Town cop cruisers in my driveway and in short order I was arrested for 'child endangerment'.
I hadn't agreed to let them into my home and required they provide a warrant.
In short order they did.
A new officer appeared, older than the rest, him a few months away from retirement, named I believe officer Doug Smith.
Before we were introduced, as he made his way onto my front porch, warrant in hand, he told me unexpectedly, 'You need mental help'.
Based on what? Wed never met. Was this officer somehow psychic? Or had I been under surveillance?
This aroused my curiosity and later when contemplating my chances at exposing the larger conspiracy in court, which had been my plan, regardless of how ridiculous it sounds; you must put yourself in my place of those days of those years, in order to understand my thinking.
Why would an officer of the law who'd never met me say just as we met in the darkness of night on my front porch of a quite respectsble home, such a thing 'You need mental help'.
It was the FBI and local police surveillance I had been under since my return to the states in October 2013.
It is my strong belief FBI apparently is in the business of surveilling, gangstalking, and entrapping folk, especially in these post 9/11 days.
9/11 itself a fraud designed to increase corrupt government spending, reduce civil rights, and militarize our police should our civiliain population ever figure out what the criminals at the tops of our food chains have planned, and why the mass media presents such paradigms as muslim terrorist, lone shooters, evil Russia. Its a racket as General Smedley said in the 1930s.
They, the FBI, the CIA, needed to create terrorists and bad guys to justify their fat and fatter budgets.
Their attempt in late 2013 using Adam Stanhope a Silk Road vendor under the name NAWLINS, had been their attempt to get their hooks in me. I sniffed around, paid attention to the deception around me and left, in the fall of 2013, the Stanhope residence at 113 Oldham Road, in Pembroke MA with Adam screaming at me, "What did you expect? I am a criminal!"
This 'child endandgerment' arrest on the basis of the 30 small pot plants that I had directed my son to dispose of and the pile of trash I had left in my garage as bait was by me not unexpected, for I believed myself to be under surveillance after my misadventures in Virginia Beach in the summer of 2014.
In the police report the police apparently intentionally misidentified a throwaway aluminum cake pan for the sort used by makers of hashish.
This included in the report complimented by scurrilous looking photos to incline any jury against me. All I could think was there isnt a cop dumb enough not to tell the difference simply based on the difference in smells, cake vs hashish. There are however cops corrupt enough.
FBI working to ensure this. They were not in a position to let the CIA down. Imagine all those breaucrats. All those bureacracies.
In the spring of 2014 at his home in the upscale community of Sandbridge Virginia Beach being told my a 'buddy pal' senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce that he had been in the employ of the CIA in 1999 when we met in Russia and me being chased, pursued, harassed and gangstalked by up to 40 FBI vehicles while in Virginia and North Carolina that summer I had reason to be suspicious.
Further, prior to my arrest by several months, upon relieving myself of bad tenants Alice Calabrese and Dylan Chase and having moved back into my home which I had considered my private property with rules guarding privacy in place, an officer of the court banged on my door saying my name repeatedly and claiming loudly 'we know you are in there!'
This to me seemed odd.
My shades were down.
I was in bed not visible from the outside. Doors locked and car safely in the three car garage with the doors closed.
So why could this officer of the court make the claim repeatedly 'we know you're in there!'?
It made no sense to me at the time for such was my paradigm. I was no one though had experienced in my last two years in Russia and by then my first year back in the states so much weirdness.
I learned I was being gangstalked by FBI, this likely based on a corrupt FISA court warrant organized by CIA claiming I was a dangerous sex crazed, drug addled bad guy who for the protection of our national security, the joke that that is ought to be under FBI and local police surveillance.
The officer of the court left and in short order I took that which he had nailed to the outside wall of my home, a summons to the nearby Canandaigua court on the matter of an unpaid sum of child support totalling $15,000.
Svetlana my then ex-wife had in early 2014 made two extortionate threats to steal that which she had not stolen in divorce, the remaining 50% of my Kamennoostrovskiy Prospekt 35 apartment.
The first threat was that she would email all my friends pornographic images of me taken from our early days together when she as former prostitute (She told me I was the last of her 75 clients) had involved me in the not unpleasant habit of group sex.
The second threat was that she would disappear into the wilds of Russia with our son then 13 and that I would therefore never see him again.
In both cases I refused.
And upon her disappearance in early 2014 I had ceased making child support payments as I did not know where she was and also no doubt to make a point. I had thought mistakenly in those days that my hand of cards were stronger, superior to hers.
I was in this quite wrong though of that unknowing. She had FSB, their connections with CIA, FBI and every three letter agency on earth on her side. True she was a small player in a great and dastardly game. But I? I was no one and simply didn't know it.
Svetlana took it upon herself to show those pornographic images aforementioned to our 13 year old son in an attempt to turn him against me, his father. This a felony in the U.S. and likely the same in Russia. Certainly that or other things had worked well and achieved this task of turning son against father.
I had lost my father at the tender age of 19 and did not want under any circumstance for my son to feel the feelings of loss of remorse for not having known my father.
In the summer of 2014 I reported Svetlana Macy to the US State Department to at least document her kidnapping of our son, not that the US State Sept had any influence of significance with the Russian government.
It was more an effort to document the crime. And I learned over time when subject of gangstalking and corrupt police entrapment rule #1 is document everything.
Svetlana had also used her relationship with my twice bankrupt, never married sister Susan Macy, residing in Salisbury, NH to inspire her to send Skype messages unbeknownst to me that I her brother, his father was a drug addict.
I had no idea of that which I was up against. I felt my way forward in the darkness to learn that all these Russian and American lies and the liars who had told them were police managed gangstalkers intent on creating, in the words of Egish Khachatrian, "this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald".
This Egish part of the team who had made the fraudulent death threat against me in October 2013, that team consisting of Alexander Tregubov, Genya Kosheleva, my wife Svetlana Macy and lesser players Albina Tapiga, Evgeniya Kritova and Galina Sokoleva.
And these words most frightening told to me in that summer of 2014 on a long distance call I initiated from Virginia Beach to Russia.
I had called the common law wife Irina Klimova, of Alexander Tregubov to announce with great anger and fury that I would soon return to Russia and put her common law husband Alexander Tregubov in jail for this death threat. Egish answered the phone.
I was surprised.
His entire diatribe was "Rick we will turn you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald. We will get you and Obama too!"
So back to May 9th 2017. Nick had been disrespectful, full of anger or worse as we made our way resembling a family to the famous annual display of Russian victory over the Germans in the form of fireworks.
We walked home separately as Nick was in quite the mood and having been stabbed by him and having nearly died less than 4 months earlier thought it best to keep my distance.
We all arrived home and Sveta oddly and never before and never since wanted to drive to the airport. She always took taxis or metro. We both did for it was less costly and far more convenient.
Svetlana invited me to join her in the ride to the airport. As I believed myself to be in the mode of reconciliation I agreed. And in the car Svetlana began to tell a story and to lie. By then having been lied to so much by a variety if Russian and American gangstalkers and paying far more attention to Svetlana I saw this lie for that which it was, a lie. Being told for the purpose of manipulation. I was getting good at this game.
Svetlana unexpectedly admitted to having a one night affair with a poor alcoholic Russian groundskeeper, shown below. His name Vladimir.
I kept my mouth shut in disbelief. Svetlana was a beauty and would never sleep with such a human being.
She went further trying to sell it. I kept myself from laughing. If anything in my three years away she enjoyed her affair with my poisoner Alexander Tregubov. The question to my mind was how had she on her 20,000 ruble/month salary afforded the 15,000 apartment maintenance fee, food, gas, hear, catfood. Someone was providong assistance and likely be compensated with sex. For this eas the world. And his name likely Alexander Tregubov, the man who could with her not father a child.
Another psy op appeared on my facebook recommended friends list that January before I was stuck with a knife. Alexander Tregubov was shown having just moved to Moscow. CIA and FBI had been messing with my facebook account since 2013.
So I looked at the vk.com social network account of Alexander Tregubov, for we had earlier chatted as he worked to misdirect me before finally driven by ego admitted to me that Svetlana had a plan to get my US assets.
And there on vk.com, was Alexander Tregubov, then as now residing in Saint Petersburg.
Subsequent to my knifing my son when to stay a month with this Vladimir whom I've never met. Vladimir says he never slept with Svetlana according to our son Nick.
Someone is lying.
And there is a reason why.
May 9, 2017. Victory Day in Russia. My then ex-wife, still Russian FSB honeypot trap sparrow Svetlana Macy, our 16 year old dual national son Nick and I walked from our home at Kamennoostrovskiy Prospect 35 in the heart of Saint Petersburg to the bank of the Neva river, for the part of Saint Petersburg we lived upon was an island called Petrogradskiy.
My son Nicholas James Macy had stabbed my left arm, severing my artery, almost killing me a few months earlier on January 24th, 2017, less than a month after our arrival back to Russia after a 2 year stay for him in the US and a little bit over 3 years for myself.
He, my son, I believe was acting out his role in a bit of 'street theater' organized by his mother so as to have a story for the police of a kitchen accident in which father unexpectedly died.
Never before, and never since had she put on such a show, flinging dishes thtoughout the kithcen, smashing them, the floor oddly wet and slippery, and why were a selection of knives not thrown about on the floor as the dishes had been, but simply laid out on the counter?
One knife in particular caught me eye. It was double pronged, that is to say it had two sharp tips. She has since thrown that knife away prior to the Russian police making their investigation as bound by law. I for my part invoked a section of the Russian constitution whereby I could not be forced to testify against a family member, in this case my son. Yes he was in on it. And yes his 16 year old mind knew what it was doing. Still I was his father with more or less traditional hopes that he might get an education, establish for himself some sort of career, get married, raise children. So for me to testify against him, against her, would were I successful not be to my sons benefit, and my Russian ex-wife with ties to that mafia known as Russian police, and FSB made my chances of success seem minimal.
When living a few months earlier in Denver in the fall of 2016 under FBI surveillance, entrapment, and gangstalking I had found that which I had waited for.
There it was on Nick's Denver Online High School laptop, the angry and venomous chat between mother and son with such anger and fire directed at me, father.
They, mother and son, both claimed and maintain the lie to this day that they had no contact for those two years apart. Google Charlie Tan Pittsford NY. You'll see that mothers and sons conspiring in crimes is not a thing isolated to me.
This chat found by me on his Denver Online High School laptop in that fall of 2016 contradicted their lies.
Therefore at his first opportunity, the next day, my son Nick smashed his laptop claiming an accident and acknowledged the chat but denied it was with his mother.
I was still in the mode of 'I am father and will act as such damn the consequences'. He is my son and an innocent misled in this nefarious game between his Russian FSB trained honeypot trap swallow mother, and myself an individual targeted by the CIA years earlier, leading me on a path to meet her, have him, and so much more in their brazen attempt to create a modern patsy for a presidential assassination attempt patsy.
Svetlana had lied in October 2013 telling me that she had received a call on our sons phone from the man who had poisoned me in August 2011, Alexander Tregubov. Svetlana said that he, Alexander, had called to make a death threat against me.
I had heard the same thing from another Russian FSB trained honeypot trap sparrow named Evgeniya Kosheleva a day or two before. Evgeniya was the gal a prostitute living in a cheap Russian bordello tasked with leading me into divorce.
At the time Evgeniya Kosheleva and I were living together with two other soft drug using former prostitutes, Albina Taptiga and Evgeniya Kritova in a humid first floor studio apartment 'magically' arranged by likely German spy and conspirator in the failed Obama assassination attempt of 2014 David Mueller-Meerkatz on Line 11 of nearby Vasilievskiy Island also in the heart of Saint Petersburg.
David, a successful Amway dealer in Russia, had made great effort in the late 1990s and 2000s to establish a friendship with me with several dinner invitations, parties, free lunches and trips to bordellos.
All of it a false manipulation.
A psy op, as I would take lessons from former CIA agent Doug Boyce in the spring of 2014 in his home in Virginia Beach as house guest as to the techniques used on targets. David, like Doug, a criminal, a conspirator.
It took me weeks after Doug's admission he had been CIA when we met in Russia in 1999 to realize I had been targeted by these folk, scurrilous and worse.
As to the October 2013 death threat, I believed them both, Svetlana and Genya. I did not know then that these two women had conspired against me for material gain in part of a much larger conspiracy organized by the CIA to manipulate me into the role of patsy for a presidential assassination attempt planned to occur sometime between the years of 2012 and 2014 that failed.
The president, Obama, after all was Black and Joe Biden awaited his ascendancy. Why do you think he didnt run? He didn't think he'd have to. As in 1963, as with JFK and LBJ the fix was surely in.
All was perfect but for the loose cannon that was me, not quite as predictable as supposed, as planned.
In any case I retreated from Russia in that October of 2013. My son followed in December of 2014, though he had been sent by his mother as a weapon. This I understood in only a few weeks time from his arrival. I decided I cared not, for I was his father and could endure the deception and any resulting trickery.
I got to put that belief to the test in September 2015 when 16 year old Nick, against my expressed verbal command grew 30 small pot plants, left them in small pots on the kitchen table with the kitchen sliding glass door curtain pulled back just enough for the plants to be visible from the outside.
I then received a call from the Victor, NY police 911 service asking had I just made a call from my cell requesting police assistance and did I in fact require police assisstance.
I was bewildered as I took the call, as I was just getting out of my car at the local Victor Walmart parking lot and assured them that indeed I hadn't made the call, and had no need for police at the home I once owned at 1235 Honeysuckle Pass in Victor, NY, a white well educated suburb of Rochester NY.
I arrived to my home. Three Victor Town cop cruisers in my driveway and in short order I was arrested for 'child endangerment'.
I hadn't agreed to let them into my home and required they provide a warrant.
In short order they did.
A new officer appeared, older than the rest, him a few months away from retirement, named I believe officer Doug Smith.
Before we were introduced, as he made his way onto my front porch, warrant in hand, he told me unexpectedly, 'You need mental help'.
Based on what? Wed never met. Was this officer somehow psychic? Or had I been under surveillance?
This aroused my curiosity and later when contemplating my chances at exposing the larger conspiracy in court, which had been my plan, regardless of how ridiculous it sounds; you must put yourself in my place of those days of those years, in order to understand my thinking.
Why would an officer of the law who'd never met me say just as we met in the darkness of night on my front porch of a quite respectsble home, such a thing 'You need mental help'.
It was the FBI and local police surveillance I had been under since my return to the states in October 2013.
It is my strong belief FBI apparently is in the business of surveilling, gangstalking, and entrapping folk, especially in these post 9/11 days.
9/11 itself a fraud designed to increase corrupt government spending, reduce civil rights, and militarize our police should our civiliain population ever figure out what the criminals at the tops of our food chains have planned, and why the mass media presents such paradigms as muslim terrorist, lone shooters, evil Russia. Its a racket as General Smedley said in the 1930s.
They, the FBI, the CIA, needed to create terrorists and bad guys to justify their fat and fatter budgets.
Their attempt in late 2013 using Adam Stanhope a Silk Road vendor under the name NAWLINS, had been their attempt to get their hooks in me. I sniffed around, paid attention to the deception around me and left, in the fall of 2013, the Stanhope residence at 113 Oldham Road, in Pembroke MA with Adam screaming at me, "What did you expect? I am a criminal!"
This 'child endandgerment' arrest on the basis of the 30 small pot plants that I had directed my son to dispose of and the pile of trash I had left in my garage as bait was by me not unexpected, for I believed myself to be under surveillance after my misadventures in Virginia Beach in the summer of 2014.
In the police report the police apparently intentionally misidentified a throwaway aluminum cake pan for the sort used by makers of hashish.
This included in the report complimented by scurrilous looking photos to incline any jury against me. All I could think was there isnt a cop dumb enough not to tell the difference simply based on the difference in smells, cake vs hashish. There are however cops corrupt enough.
FBI working to ensure this. They were not in a position to let the CIA down. Imagine all those breaucrats. All those bureacracies.
In the spring of 2014 at his home in the upscale community of Sandbridge Virginia Beach being told my a 'buddy pal' senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce that he had been in the employ of the CIA in 1999 when we met in Russia and me being chased, pursued, harassed and gangstalked by up to 40 FBI vehicles while in Virginia and North Carolina that summer I had reason to be suspicious.
Further, prior to my arrest by several months, upon relieving myself of bad tenants Alice Calabrese and Dylan Chase and having moved back into my home which I had considered my private property with rules guarding privacy in place, an officer of the court banged on my door saying my name repeatedly and claiming loudly 'we know you are in there!'
This to me seemed odd.
My shades were down.
I was in bed not visible from the outside. Doors locked and car safely in the three car garage with the doors closed.
So why could this officer of the court make the claim repeatedly 'we know you're in there!'?
It made no sense to me at the time for such was my paradigm. I was no one though had experienced in my last two years in Russia and by then my first year back in the states so much weirdness.
I learned I was being gangstalked by FBI, this likely based on a corrupt FISA court warrant organized by CIA claiming I was a dangerous sex crazed, drug addled bad guy who for the protection of our national security, the joke that that is ought to be under FBI and local police surveillance.
The officer of the court left and in short order I took that which he had nailed to the outside wall of my home, a summons to the nearby Canandaigua court on the matter of an unpaid sum of child support totalling $15,000.
Svetlana my then ex-wife had in early 2014 made two extortionate threats to steal that which she had not stolen in divorce, the remaining 50% of my Kamennoostrovskiy Prospekt 35 apartment.
The first threat was that she would email all my friends pornographic images of me taken from our early days together when she as former prostitute (She told me I was the last of her 75 clients) had involved me in the not unpleasant habit of group sex.
The second threat was that she would disappear into the wilds of Russia with our son then 13 and that I would therefore never see him again.
In both cases I refused.
And upon her disappearance in early 2014 I had ceased making child support payments as I did not know where she was and also no doubt to make a point. I had thought mistakenly in those days that my hand of cards were stronger, superior to hers.
I was in this quite wrong though of that unknowing. She had FSB, their connections with CIA, FBI and every three letter agency on earth on her side. True she was a small player in a great and dastardly game. But I? I was no one and simply didn't know it.
Svetlana took it upon herself to show those pornographic images aforementioned to our 13 year old son in an attempt to turn him against me, his father. This a felony in the U.S. and likely the same in Russia. Certainly that or other things had worked well and achieved this task of turning son against father.
I had lost my father at the tender age of 19 and did not want under any circumstance for my son to feel the feelings of loss of remorse for not having known my father.
In the summer of 2014 I reported Svetlana Macy to the US State Department to at least document her kidnapping of our son, not that the US State Sept had any influence of significance with the Russian government.
It was more an effort to document the crime. And I learned over time when subject of gangstalking and corrupt police entrapment rule #1 is document everything.
Svetlana had also used her relationship with my twice bankrupt, never married sister Susan Macy, residing in Salisbury, NH to inspire her to send Skype messages unbeknownst to me that I her brother, his father was a drug addict.
I had no idea of that which I was up against. I felt my way forward in the darkness to learn that all these Russian and American lies and the liars who had told them were police managed gangstalkers intent on creating, in the words of Egish Khachatrian, "this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald".
This Egish part of the team who had made the fraudulent death threat against me in October 2013, that team consisting of Alexander Tregubov, Genya Kosheleva, my wife Svetlana Macy and lesser players Albina Tapiga, Evgeniya Kritova and Galina Sokoleva.
And these words most frightening told to me in that summer of 2014 on a long distance call I initiated from Virginia Beach to Russia.
I had called the common law wife Irina Klimova, of Alexander Tregubov to announce with great anger and fury that I would soon return to Russia and put her common law husband Alexander Tregubov in jail for this death threat. Egish answered the phone.
I was surprised.
His entire diatribe was "Rick we will turn you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald. We will get you and Obama too!"
So back to May 9th 2017. Nick had been disrespectful, full of anger or worse as we made our way resembling a family to the famous annual display of Russian victory over the Germans in the form of fireworks.
We walked home separately as Nick was in quite the mood and having been stabbed by him and having nearly died less than 4 months earlier thought it best to keep my distance.
We all arrived home and Sveta oddly and never before and never since wanted to drive to the airport. She always took taxis or metro. We both did for it was less costly and far more convenient.
Svetlana invited me to join her in the ride to the airport. As I believed myself to be in the mode of reconciliation I agreed. And in the car Svetlana began to tell a story and to lie. By then having been lied to so much by a variety if Russian and American gangstalkers and paying far more attention to Svetlana I saw this lie for that which it was, a lie. Being told for the purpose of manipulation. I was getting good at this game.
Svetlana unexpectedly admitted to having a one night affair with a poor alcoholic Russian groundskeeper, shown below. His name Vladimir.
I kept my mouth shut in disbelief. Svetlana was a beauty and would never sleep with such a human being.
She went further trying to sell it. I kept myself from laughing. If anything in my three years away she enjoyed her affair with my poisoner Alexander Tregubov. The question to my mind was how had she on her 20,000 ruble/month salary afforded the 15,000 apartment maintenance fee, food, gas, hear, catfood. Someone was providong assistance and likely be compensated with sex. For this eas the world. And his name likely Alexander Tregubov, the man who could with her not father a child.
Another psy op appeared on my facebook recommended friends list that January before I was stuck with a knife. Alexander Tregubov was shown having just moved to Moscow. CIA and FBI had been messing with my facebook account since 2013.
So I looked at the vk.com social network account of Alexander Tregubov, for we had earlier chatted as he worked to misdirect me before finally driven by ego admitted to me that Svetlana had a plan to get my US assets.
And there on vk.com, was Alexander Tregubov, then as now residing in Saint Petersburg.
Subsequent to my knifing my son when to stay a month with this Vladimir whom I've never met. Vladimir says he never slept with Svetlana according to our son Nick.
Someone is lying.
And there is a reason why.
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