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And I wonder which poisoning will be my last?  I awoke today at 3 a.m.  something was amiss.  Bath salt crystals covered all beds but Svetlana's.  Hmmm. And two modified packs of cigarettes one labeled Kent the other A-PVP each in a presentable metal box.  At 6 am I awake Svetlana (who is likely in on it) to inform her.  She says she needs cigarettes ignoring her favored brand Kent presented so well and departs the flat at 6:34 a.m. I decide incorrectly this is entrapment with 14 years of Russian jail ahead and dothelogical thing, grab a k ife lock myself in the bathroom and begin the ritual of suicide cutting my arms near the elbows. Amazingly at this wee hour Svetlana returns with Emergencg Medical Services in tow.  Simply amazing, no rearrangement there. They broke open the oak bathroom door and then the flimsy washing machine door and began to beat me into submission, gaining two new scars on my arms and another 33 days in the psychiatric hospital ...

Svetlana never returned to the states.  Our son after much arguing with his mother at the age of 14 gloriously and to my mind for alone on a 747 and flew from Moscow to NYC JFK airport.  And I, his father, reputation ruined by false gangstalking friends, them likely in the employ of a variety of national intelligence services (and named in earlier blog posts), was there, on time to meet my glorious son at the gate.   I was overjoyed to see my son after a 14 month absence.  We went on in Victor NY and later in Denver CO as single father and lone son for 2 years.   I was never happier to make up for lost time and to tell my son that my departure and divorce in Russia were both shams. And I had earned enough money in Russia to be what my father could never be now for those 2 years and 4 more now back in Russia, a stay at home dad to teach my son that which my father neglected and I had learned at great cost. I was never happier to demonstrate that father'...

The 1st time I was poisoned it was a spiked beer offered me by a Russian pimp in Sain Petersburg, Russia.  I lost 40 pounds in a month.  That was August 2011.   This was just before we, my poisoner, Alexander Valerievich Tregubov and I engaged in 3-way sex, with me enjoying her Vagina and Mr. Tregubov her anus. I know.  Too much information This was in a small banya with an attractive slim Russian brunette prostitute named Evgeniya Viktorovna Kosheleva of Angren, Uzbekistan.  She also drank a beer to lose her inhibitions.  All for only 2000 rubles, about $80, I thought a bargain for a new experience. Alexander would lie to me in a Skype call blaming Miss Koaheleva saying she was Muslim though Russian ethnically and hated Americans.  That was in December 2013.  Alexander lied.   In that fateful meeting in mid August 2011 he could barely contain his thrill spouting how easy it was to kill a man for he had been wounded in the Chechen w...

Alexander Valerievich Tregubov I met Alexander Valerievich Tregubov as a result of my having met a 19 year old Russian girl from Angren, Uzbekistan named Evgeniya Kosheleva. Alexander Valerievich Tregubov  Evgeniya Viktorovna Koshelev9a  Evgeniya and I had been sleeping together roughly once a week in the fall of 2010 while she worked as a prostitute near the Sennaya metro station in the heart of Saint Petersburg. In August of 2011 while Svetlana my then wife and our son Nicholas, then ten years old, were on vacation in Crimea I sent Evgeniya Kosheleva an email to see if she were back in town and would she like to see me again under the same terms as the year before. In response to my email I received a phone call from an over excited man whom I would in short order learn was named Alexander Valerievich Tregubov.  He represented himself as both pimp and boyfriend of Ms.  Kosheleva.  This was a lie, a misdirect, and I was too stupid to see ...