What happened wasn’t a terrorist attack (at least from a legal point of view). I was not a member of extremist organizations, I wasn’t religious and I’m apolitical. Nobody knew what I was going to do, I did all the actions myself.

Probably I’m writing this to simplify the work of the Investigative Committee or those who will straighten it all out. I’ll add my thoughts along the way, and now I start with the chronology of my actions.

I thought about this for a long time, years passed and I realized that the time had come to do what I dreamed of. From the middle of the 10th grade, I began to save money to buy firearms, or in case of failure to acquire it, the money would be used to obtain a driving license of the category Q1. It didn’t matter to me how I’d do it, whether I’d use a weapon or a car, and possibly a knife and bomb. I decided to start with a plan with a weapon only because all my life I was good at shooting, especially after I saw the results of shooting of my classmates about two years ago, what a pitiful sight.

By March 2021, I’d collected a sufficient amount of money to buy a gun, after turning 18, I began the procedure for obtaining a license.

Around March 13, I wrote an application for a hunting license, then I went to the psychiatric clinic at Petropavlovskaya 74 to get a certificate. The psychiatrist was an elderly woman after she asked me a couple of questions like “Do you smoke? Do you drink? Drugs? Why do you need a gun?”. She asked me for an assignment, which I didn’t have with me, and then said that I needed to return to her with an assignment, since she refused to issue a certificate without it. I knew that the assignment wasn’t needed to get the certificate, but decided to cooperate with the doctor, in the end I didn’t need any problems in my case. When I returned a couple of days later and got to the appointment again, I heard the following: “I checked my records and it says that I don’t trust your answers”, after that she offered me to go to a psychologist who was to the left of the corridor. Having paid the money to the cashier, I went to the reception, after waiting a little over an hour, it was my turn, the psychologist asked me the same questions again, then she said that I need to go through the test and she left for it. When she returned, she said that today I don’t have enough time to pass the test, mentioning the following: “You need to take a test for personality type, it’s large, about 500 questions”, after that she asked me to come back in a couple of days. It wasn’t difficult for me to find this test at home, read about the assessment criteria and pass it a couple of dozen times over the weekend. I came to the appointment a few days later, knowing the answers to the questions, I passed the test pretty quickly. The next test she gave me was a test with a visual depicting situations in which it was necessary to write my reaction to certain events, it just so happened that one of my friends was given this test as homework during her studies and she sent it to me, so I knew the answers too. The essence of the next test was in the continuation of unfinished sentences, starting from the past tests, I roughly understood which answers would be correct. At the end I was given an A4 sheet and asked to draw a person and some non-existent animal. After passing all the tests, I waited a couple of days for the results, I came to the psychiatrist’s appointment, she reported that I successfully passed the tests and handed me a certificate for a driver’s license, noticing the mistake, she redid it and issued a certificate of the absence of contraindications to the possession of a weapon. During all the time in the hospital, I had a feeling that those who had to treat were sick themselves.

After that, I went to the drug dispensary on Monastyrskaya Street, I don’t remember the exact address, I passed the tests, went through an ophthalmologist’s test and a narcologist-psychiatrist who asked the same questions as the doctors before him, where I received certificates 002ou and 003ou. After that I took a hunting license from the MFC.

The next step was training in safe handling of weapons. On April 1, I came to the Olimp educational center located near the Dynamo stadium, for about 3-4 hours I sat 1 on 1 with an instructor who told me what I already knew. After that me and the instructor and another client who came later went to the shooting range for test shooting. The next day I came to the exam, the test was similar to the one taken when obtaining a driver’s license, of 150 questions about gun law and questions on type: “what will happen if you put a 76mm cartridge into the 70th barrel and shoot?”, you need to answer 10 random questions, you can make 1 mistake. I passed the test quickly, then I went to the shooting exam, successfully passing it, and received a certificate.

Then I bought a safe, sent a statement to the state services, and passed the safe check by officers of the National Guard.

I took the license to purchase a gun around April 28, on the same day I went to buy a gun. I bought it at the “Tool-Weapons” store on 64 Heroes Khasan Street. Semi-automatic rifles have not been considered, perhaps they give a higher rate of fire, but they can fail at the most crucial moment, but it’s not worth talking about Lancaster and paradox, they will not show the same efficiency when shooting at a crowd as a buckshot.

A couple of days after the purchase of the weapon, I sent an application to the state services to obtain permission to store and carry. The incident in Kazan, you can say, played into my hands, on the same day (May 11, if I remember correctly) there was a call from the National Guard, I was informed that in connection with the order received from above, officers would come to me today to re-check the storage conditions of weapons. They also checked all the papers, so I did not have to take it to the LRO. The permit was given to me later than the date of issue indicated on the license, it says May 22, although I took it on May 27, just after the start of school holidays. Perhaps they decided to play it safe, just in case.

In the original plan, I chose my former school as a place for the attack, but at the end of March I decided to change the place. The school was too unpleasant place to spend the last 10 minutes of my life in it, and the kids don’t have many paths to escape there. I also decided to wait he results of the IHC (as a result, unfortunately I was not taken into the army). As it turned out, even if I had not changed the place, in any case I would not have had time by the end of the school year. Due to these circumstances, I had to go to pass state exams for which I did not prepare, at the same time I chose a place for an attack, considering different options: shopping centers, LRO, hospitals, recruiting station, theaters, railway station. All these objects did not approach me on schedule, I needed a place in which the greatest concentration of people would be on Monday closer to noon, so I had only to wait for the lists of enrolled in universities to find out which of the educational institutions would sign a death warrant. In May, I began to understand that it was more and more difficult for me to control myself. I decided to have less contact with my social circle, with some people I completely stopped communicating because it seemed that I could harm them.

The university that made the most serious mistake in its history turned out to be PSNIU. About 4 years ago, I would have been glad to enroll there, but now it does not matter. I liked the large number of buildings and, accordingly, students. There is where to run wild, and the location itself looks good, much better than the rotten buildings around. Not the worst place to die.

On July 20, I decided to check the shotgun in action. I had to go 23 km by public transport to the Losiny Log shooting range. At the shooting range I found out that the shots go down by about 15 cm using the standard sighting devices, taking into account the shooting at a distance of about 30 meters, the fix of the sight changed nothing, but it still will not be a problem, I don’t think I will have to shoot more than 20 meters, and I’m not going to use bullets. I decided to choose a large buckshot as the main ammunition.

On August 27, I bought 105 buckshot cartridges in the “Tool-weapon”, also 26 rounds remained after the shooting range, there is still a pack of buckshot number 7, but it will remain in the safe. It makes no sense to take more cartridges, I don’t think I wanted to build an IED based on acetone peroxide, but there would be no point in it, the bomb would only slow me down, I had to go easy.

I don’t know yet whether I should finish everything myself or let the police officers do it, I think the second option will be more fun, anyway neutralizing me will not be a serious problem for them. I can’t rule out the fact that I can be detained. Ha, then I’ll be a loser…

Everything around looks so artificial, as in a dream, as if I were watching the actions of my shell from a third person. Every day is a repetition of the past, it all starts with a ringing in the head. It was always difficult to communicate with people, their emotions are incomprehensible. Why keep it a secret, since elementary school, I realized that I like to hurt people. Their suffering, fear on their faces, these emotions I understood, because they were sincere. I had to suppress the desire to destroy everything around me, but I realized that I could not exist this way, if I didn’t do it now, then in the future I would still kill someone. I could not be stopped, as I said, it did not matter to me who to kill and in what way, my relatives and friends couldn’t do nothing, I could deceive any psychiatrist, the only thing that could stop me was death, thankfully it is close.

No matter how much I sleep, sleep doesn’t add energy. How tired I am. Wrath overwhelms me, I want to destroy everything in my path, leave as much pain in this world as possible, those whom I cannot kill will remember this day forever. I endured all the people around me all these years, just for this moment. I despise myself as much as all of you. How good that soon everything will be over. I can feel alive even in these 10 minutes.

This day will be the most eventful day of my life, I will live it the way many of you do not live your lives. I don’t know how many I can kill, but I will do everything to take as much as possible with me. I don’t care about “fame”, although I understand perfectly well that the media, smelling the carrion, will surely flock to the place like vultures. They will talk about me for a week or a month and forget, but I will lie in the grave, I will not care.

As far back as I can remember, I always thought about death, I never believed in all the religious nonsense about heaven and hell, it seems to me that after death there is nothing, you just disappear, as if you never existed. It’s strange that people are so afraid of death, it doesn’t matter when, but each of you will die anyway, the process is irreversible, I will only speed it up for some of you. If the Bible turns out to be true, then as far as I understand, hell awaits me, although if you think about it, then probably almost every person committed at least one of the mortals sins, so I will not go to hell alone, but with a whole bunch of sinners, ha ha ha.

I came to the university on September 1, and a representative of civil defense gave a speech. He talked about the dangers that might await students, mentioned the terrorist attacks, saying that the “security service” (of the university, as I believe) is watching and looking for potential terrorists. Their SS clearly does not expect that a freshman who has studied for only 3 weeks will come to kill them.

I met with my classmates, I don’t think it makes sense to even try to remember their names. It’s a strange feeling that I’ve seen many of them more than once, their appearance, voices, behavior, everything seems too familiar. I can say with confidence that they can’t even imagine what kind of attraction will be waiting for them.

The first classes were pretty dull, although everyone always told me that the university was much more fun than school. I decided that I would enter through the entrance closest to the railway station. At 11:30 a class would start, there would be a small number of people at the entrance, students use the entrances as smoking rooms due to the ban on smoking on the territory, so smokers will be the first to go to the next world (smoking really kills). I think people in the buildings will not immediately understand what’s going on and at that time I will already be on the territory of the university. The only question is how quickly the police will react to what happened, because they are at the station within a 2-minute walk.

During my time with fellow students, a couple of people seemed to me to be worthy of living. If I meet any of them, I will let them go.

Have you ever noticed where you live? Drunkards who have lost their human appearance trudge to the store for alcohol, old bastards in public transport are ready to gnaw each other’s throats, disgusting cattle working in the service sector and other scum living around. Among the social bottom, there is only a bio-trash, and the “cream of society” is the same biomass, although it has more resources for its useless existence. On the streets there is dirt, garbage, rats running around the house, everywhere there are old monochromatic buildings.

Only a few of you deserve to exist. You have invented a huge number of ideologies, created a bunch of philosophical teachings, but none of this will change your ugly nature. You are greedy, selfish, cowardly and evil creatures, although you consider yourself better than all other biological organisms. Let’s be honest, you also consider yourself better than me, but why? Probably because you did not kill “innocent” unarmed people? Because you are worthy members of society? Does your life have a meaning? Do you benefit society? HA HA HA All that makes you stay law-abiding citizens is a system that you yourself have created. If such actions were not punishable and condemned by the public, then you would have destroyed each other long ago, all your base qualities would have surfaced and you would have seen who you all really are. Fuck you everyone!

I decided on the date,September 20. While I am trying to study the paths between the buildings, fortunately, their application with a detailed plan of the university territory helps me in it. The size of the university is clearly not designed for one shooter, so if everyone immediately starts evacuating, and does not stay in the buildings, then perhaps they will survive.

Tomorrow I have to perform, a strange feeling of calm, as if tomorrow is an ordinary day, the same routine as always. I hate myself, but I want to hurt everyone who gets in my way. The ringing became even stronger, as if my head was squeezed in a vice. The feeling that everything around is just a dream does not leave. I see no reason to write something else. In the end I can say that I am not the first and far from the last. The ban on weapons will not save you, you will be killed by cars, bombs, knives , everything that comes to hand. Such garbage as me, will destroy everything around you, because the world is rotten, you are all rotten from the inside.

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