Holy Bitch Diary: October 1st, 2023

📖October 1, 2023. 🦈What I like about the history of the Alfa-VTB system is the relative predictability. A month ago, on September 1, I was beaten by a stinky with a certified mental illness - I am talking about the psycho Shumilov Sergey Mikhailovich, from which I had an ovarian rupture, bruises of internal organs, and plus such trifles as injury to the lumbosacral spine, multiple bruises and hematomas. I remind you that I am staying in Samara engaged in the re-registration of two apartments that I owned, and one more which was illegally privatized in my absence, the long-suffering apartment on Maslennikova 16-13. Immediately there is an investigation into the criminal case, as the performances of Sergei Mikhailovich Shumilov's stinky and his girlfriend Tatyana Vladimirovna Shumilova here in Samara, and their exercises with the mustard gas supplied to them by the sistema SberAlfa-VTB make the crime over. The situation is of course full of shit - the victim in the criminal case (I) sticks out on the same living space with the criminal, against whom the measure of restraint was not chosen yet. The ass burns both in the stinking of Sergei Mikhailovich Shumilov, and his girlfriend Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova, and their friends-roofers and suppliers of poisonous substances from the SberAlfa-VTB systema. Therefore, now it is especially difficult as the case is approaching the criminal court, and the last part of the Marleson ballet - the shmon in the apartments of the stinky and his friends (his luxurious royal chambers where he is pissing in his bank with urine), the stinky, well motivated by his comrades-in-arms, now fulfills the order - that I and my dogs shall die before the conviction of the stinky and his friends, and at least before the re-registration of the apartments listed above to which my inheritance rights are attached. That's why the stinky turns on the mustard gas for me and my dogs to the full, that my dogs and I cough continuously, in addition to the ulcers and other charms of the muzzle. Today, the stinky crawled out of his urine-drenched royal chambers at 10 a.m. and began to demand that I bring him a refrigerator bag. The stinky refrigerator bag was called "baul," yelled at me with his vile voice, and demanded to urgently bring him a "baul," which he urgently needs from his words, and which, according to him, I threw it away so meanly. In short, he drank my blood bitch again all morning, he lost all my mood, thank God that I managed to partially do my work tasks before that time. I say to the stinky - pay me compensation for the rupture of the ovary, I need treatment and examination. What did the stinky say to me? Of course, you shouldn't expect a piece of shit with a mental illness certificate, a human behavior. This stinking urine and ugly opossum began to scream fragments of the phrases "for two months now," "the glasses are shaking," "come on." I say no - ok, no it's also the answer. I say the documents to the court are transmitted by the investigation, the housing issue is tied to it. I'll re-register the apartments and leave. The stinky here was furious, he even forgot that it was necessary to simulate a sick old man, began to call on the phone to Shumilova Tatiana Vladimirovna and in pure Russian without a hurry to shout that he has been "torn" from my presence for six months and is sick, "let's recognize her as a patient with schizophrenia and hand her (that is, me) for compulsory treatment." I remind you that the stinky was supposed to portray a caring dad towards me. He did it pretty shit, I must say. What happened next? Surprisingly, I've recorded this fucking conversation, because the stinky yelled very loudly. Then I went to the barn and brought his "baul" to the stinky, about which he told everyone that I threw it away. I brought it, put it in the apartment, and I scream to this asshole through the door: "I brought you your fridge-bag." The stinky shouts to me: "thank you!" I answer: "And your conversation with Tatiana Vladimirovna, how are you going to declare me a schizophrenic and close me in a psychiatric hospital so that you do not sit down for the rupture of my ovary and you are not thrown out of the apartment, I recorded it, and now I'm going to the investigator to give the record to him." The stinky shouts, "thank you!" "You're in a way," I say, "always welcome." And then I went to print out the petition for the election of a preventive measure to these clowns, and to apply coercive medical measures to the stinky. And I went to the investigative department to the investigator on duty. A Psycho with a certificate that beats women (or rather, his "daughter"), who hasn't washed for six months and piss in a jar in the room, after which he pours urine on my sofa, mixed with mustard gas, must be either in a mental hospital, or in a pre-trial detention center. Well, the examination of sanity and coercive measures has every chance to get Shumilova Tatiana Vladimirovna, who as like an associate professor of the gentlemen of luck - here I remember, I do not remember there. Pure magic - Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova claims that she did not take the keys and documents for my apartment from me, and did not sell the apartment, and she does not owe me money. But a miracle! Rosreestr has a contract for the purchase and sale of my apartments, sold by Shumilova Tatiana Vladimirovna, under which she transfers to Boris Mironovich Kaplan in one case, and Yuri Tipikin, in agreement with VTB Bank in another case, the documents and the keys to the apartments that were my property, and she also receives money for them. And when I ask Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova to give me back money for my apartments sold by her - Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova, born on 29.12.1955 with the place of birth the city of Samara (remember this bitch) claims that I have never had apartments at all, she did not receive keys and documents from me, she did not sell apartments, did not take money and does not owe me anything, and the fact of having apartments in my property seemed to me. My every demand to Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova to return me the money for my apartments she sold ends with a message of slander of Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova to police officers and third parties that the apartments in my property (according to the documents sold by her) are the fruit of my allegedly sick imagination, due to the fact that I allegedly have schizophrenia, and an attempt to hide me in a psychiatric hospital under someone else's name for "forced treatment." These clever words, the stinky simulating the loss of speech, today cheerfully rammed without a bitch and a hit. Since one of the transactions for the purchase of "imaginary apartments" was assured by VTB Bank, I think that Andrei Leonidovich Kostin, a prominent specialist in psychiatry (how to hide a healthy person in a psychiatric hospital in the region from where a person will never leave, but will become a vegetable with other people's name and date of birth), both a psychiatric examination to establish his sanity and an extensive colonoscopy shines himself. The same applies to Tatiana Vladimirovna Shumilova. Let the psychiatrists decide which of the two of them is schizophrenic - Tatiana Vladimirovna who sold a non-existent apartment, or Andrey Leonidovich Kostin, who bought it. Need more jucy details about the banks in the systema SberAlfa-VTB? Here it is! The topic of how the criminal cases were initiated according to the statements of Alfa Bank on the fact of theft of loans that have never really been issued (yes, yes, I'm all about the same thing - Bananamama, Sunrise, Euroset, Eldorado), I will tell tomorrow. After a sweet story about why Herman Gref has such a stupid head shape and hairstyle. And what the fck did you want, if you cross Hermine Brausteiner with Oscar Gröning, they won't give birth to Spinoza. Only Oscar Brausteiner, or rather Herman Oskarovich Gref, the son of the accountant of Auschwitz, who implements best practices in animal husbandry in Russia. You've heard this speech - Gref about the people, haven't you? 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