The Velocity of Drugs by the Pros to be Inflicted on Me, The One Who Knows Too Much
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Homeboy 1 a.m. Friday night. Damndest thing was my wife and most of my expat pals were aware, indeed participating in what in some years time was an oldie but a goodie 'street theater'.
In early 2012 prostitute Albina Taptiga brought out much thicker lines of Amphetamine Sulfate. Coke I had about which an idea but had never heard of Hell's Angel's old favorite 'crank' or 'speed'. We were naked me and 3 gals, how much cooler does an idiot get to be, like me.
The 'piece de resistance' of this street theater, tastes of forbidden was to set me up for the trifecta, my poisoning by Russian Alexander Valerievich Tregubov with prostitute Evgeniya Viktorovna Kosheleva leering in. Beers quaffed 3 way sex began.
That was August 2011. She was Ginger Lynn and I was on the bottom. I began to buy into more 'street theater' which was neither then nor now true. That she loved her pimp Tregubov. I tapped her phone to learn that gem, all legal as it was my phone. Her mother gave her out and I was free from the vow I had taken to save her at any and all cost. Life wasn't just about money but these people you would meet.
Matt Igel and David Hazel were amongst the first to befriend me taking a high position in a local advanced phone company. I had so many friends until Svetlana revealed the 80% of my expat buddies were spies. This to include my hiring Manager Stephen Gardner, American postal operator Christian Courbois, James Beatty and most notorious of them all was self admitted spy and senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce as he worked to lead me down the rabbit hole.
I learned much that I share with you here as I was recently contacted here in 2020 by 3 likely CIA brothers in arms, Matt Igel, Mark Seidenfeld, a jew, who had offered me a job in Kazakhstan and a fellow Dmitry Kononov from Denver. Dima had done well as these CIA types do in mergers and acquisitions.
I dont take well to coincidences and have been pushed repeatedly tonight to buy 2 grams of Alfa PVP, MDPV's slightly less destructive customer experience. Even includes a meth pipe. And should I succumb those who watch the apartment will know and my chances of going to the psych ward again, this a 6th time, and perhaps being not allowed to live where I own property. Out of Russia for good and into that police theater bit as they continue to militarize the police. I have no where to go as the corrupt cops built a false dossier and spread it to my siblings.
Even beat back a fraudulent child endangerment charge. They offered, 1st offense, one year parole. I stood up to my full height and demanded trial by jury to which the ADA not wanting the circus I was preparing to bring to town in my defense, parole turned into a few weeks of counseling, left New York for Colorado to find 19 undercover agents. All a bit too friendly for my taste and by then I had something of a spidey sense about these undercover FBI boys. We'd smoke pot together and when I moved back to Russia attempting what is a largely failed reconciliation 19 highly sought after 18th and Arapahoe apartments all freed up at once, statistically unlikelihood at best. Didn't breathe CIa because you don't but damn sure I came about as close to tying them as anyone in this generation. This statement is true, hand on heart, and I recall a bit about defending from enemies foreign and domestic, Trump is correct to desire to drain that swamp before a 77 year old psychopath perhaps fills his seat. God I pray Trump wins.
Misha the A-PVP sales rep works hard but having sussed him out best to ignore. And the vibe from Svetlana all day, awful.
Recall she was to become famous and I got in the way. In the fall of 2014 when I reported Adam Stanhope's illegal drug dealings under the moniker 'NAWLINS' a stunned veteran likely abused by V2K tech climbed the White House fence to do something I believe I was to be aimed at. Omar Gonzalez got a year and a life time of anti-psychotics.
Me? I sit like a lion in the tall grass watching what moves in concert or in lone tones.
The corruption unbelievable and the stakes so high and me for the longest time so damn unbelievably stupid.
For who expects the Spanish Inquisition? I had not. But out there it remains.
In a month my mom died at 79 with me holding her hand joking I had lost the 40 pounds she had been gently nagging me to lose. I cried, "I lost the weight mom's into her frail ear as I scratched her head. For in life she had enjoyed this simple pleasure. She died of COPD at 79 and 5 months. It took me a false death threat organized under CIA auspices with a nudge here and there from GRU amongst others.
The week my mom passed good old trusted family friend Adam Stanhope proferred what could only be called a crack pipe stuffed marijuana soaked in methamphetamine's happier cousin, this called MDPV. Another stimulant, then legal now not, like pot on steroids. MDPV the most addictive of them all. Adam cautioned a small toke. I took his advice and had no idea of the dangerous 'street theater' of which I was the target. That MDPV reduced inhibitions to where I, after Adam went home, stayed the night at his chemist friend Mark Brady. He is from Iron River, Wisconsin.
We agreed I would take 2 doses of MDMA and dress as Mark had a grotesque version of a female whore. Didn't think to consider how lucky everything was in my size. Nothing prepares a man for these narcotics. We had sex all night and again the night thereafter.
And I struggled 'Do I Stay or Do I Go' abandon hated wife, beloved son and burn out bright and not fade away.
In my mind and in my book there was no hesitation as father's do not abandon sons to Russian mothers who are part of the spy team. Unforgivable. And so I got on the plane as scheduled for Russia with Adam on the phone pleading with me to stay as Mark now had a kidney issue. Supposedly.
Later in 2014 senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce made it clear cops would lie cheatsteal give false witness and false medical records in order to catch the bad guy.
Never saw Mark again once but for that he had been arrested that which he termed his fat wife liked 'Momma likes Meth', while he stuck with now illegal MDPV. The paper had big old picture of them and their dope in their trailer, long since removed to do with arcane, legal yet awful, foul work that remained afoot.
I returned home with out an inkling as to how I was being played from what angles and to what end. I was happy to see my son Nick then 11, a year before Svetlana would show him clearly pornographic images of dad in action. Still a prosecutable crime in Russia in the US. She handed him that thumb drive late 2013 when her and Tregubov's and Koshelva's and Khachatrian's rise of a false death threat to leave Russia in Oct 2013, this the third time I had been bamboozled into thinking I was rescuing a low class whore from life in a bordello servicing a pimp who treated her like dirt.
It was only shortly after I left Russia I noticed that he and she were not together and hadn't been. Sex is Red Sparrow stuff I learned. In 6 months, by April 20 2014 Svetlana admitted her heinous participation in this crime both ingenious and dark. She only did this as she as many others with whom I speak with these days thought the FBI would morph me into a deranged lone gunman.
In the immortal words of Egish Kharchatrian, 'Rick we will turn you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald (a notorious patsy) and we will get Obama too! while Obama would have no idea how he died yet Biden would as Obama to our great national sorrow filled the JFK role and Biden greasing his way a la LBJ to the oval office.
I dodged and weaved. The first night after Svetlana's admission I was harassed by SF looking guys in ten cars, the following night 20 and then on day three all cards in 40 cars to harass, muscle with both my GPS map and phone.
I went old school and bought a paper map for that last night in Virginia Sheri Faller attempted to set me up for an arson charge which would dovetail nicely with the as yet unsolved fire on May 29, 2009, JFK's birthday on the roof of my home in Russia and never had I seen Svetlana so relaxed. She knew. Odd ball out was me. She was playing Anna Chapman high stakes poker, hence her annual botox injections just that much harder for an innocent to catch this hardened spy.
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