
Communication with the outside world



"One truck approached the border from the Russian side. And the truck belonging to this group approached from the Ukrainian side. They were asking me, 'Are these the ones?' 'Yes, they are.' Then I stood aside ostensibly not having anything to do with it, as they overloaded the cargo from vehicle to vehicle, and that's it! ”Vasylevskyi was indignant:
"I founded these detachments, I provided them with money and food, and I procured everything they needed via the Red Cross."

“Batman called me his friend and brother. But after I gave him all the reins, he didn't need me anymore, he threw me into the basement. "
Vasylevskyi was treated as a privileged person. After a while, he had a mobile phone with a charger. Secretly. Thus, it became possible for us to call our relatives. I was able to call my niece.
From time to time, people who were imprisoned in the basements for some minor violations were released after being used in forced labor. We wrote notes, gave phone numbers we asked them to call. But when people came out, they didn't really want to help anyone. Yet some still passed on information about me to my relatives.
- "Moskal? [Ukrainian term for Muscovites, - Ed.] So you, bitch, insult the Russians?” I said it was a lawyer who had such a last name.
- “Is the Carp for the Carpathians? Banderites in the Carpathians?”
- “Izvarina [a female last name, - Ed.]. And there was a town of Izvarino near the border. What did you need at the border?”
Donetsk art center turned into concentration camp: former hostages share their memories[/boxright] I realized that they were idiots. But when you repeat every time that these are the names of the people you've been in contact with, you feel like an idiot yourselves. That type also browsed the Odnoklassniki [Russian social] network, trying to find some kompromat on me, but found nothing there. Fortunately, he didn't know any other social media. Thank God that no one tried to search me on Facebook. Because if they saw my Facebook posts, I simply wouldn't have lived until morning...
But not all of them were idiots. It could have come to someone's mind to look for me on FB. I constantly felt this sword of Damocles over my head. So, I had to contact an acquaintance through relatives who could delete my profile. I found his phone number. Then at night under the blanket, I wrote him a text message giving him the passwords to my profile and my mailbox, and I immediately deleted my messages. My idea succeeded. In this way, I got rid of this very serious danger.
"Their guys" were also in prison
One evening a young man was thrown into our cell. During a search of his car, they found several rounds of ammunition and a kikimora, a camouflage net for snipers. He said he was from another detachment based somewhere else in the area. He had a confiscated car. For some reason, his commander didn't answer his calls. So he was brought to the basement. The fighter, call sign Romashka ("Camomile") also tried to call the commander of that man, unsuccessfully as well. He put the guy up against the wall, calling him a liar, and ordered him to count to 300, "If during this time the commander doesn't call back, you get a bullet in your head." The guy's mother called. Romashka dropped the call. We watched this scene with horror. When he approached 300, Romashka changed his mind. Apparently, he enjoyed terrifying people in this way. Rumors had it that later a commander from the guy's detachment came and took his friend out.

What saved them is that they weren't meticulously searched, and they had a first aid kit in the pocket. After Batman and Maniac left, they injected themselves with a painkiller to alleviate the pain. One of these guys was later released, and Tsyrkul who had broken ribs remained with us.
Rumors reached us on tensions between different detachments of militants. The city was divided into districts between different units. If one of the strangers entered someone else's territory, it often even could lead to shootings.

There constantly were militants in the cells. Someone for getting drunk. Some for looting. They didn't make it secret and openly talked about their "feats." They were fierce fighters against Ukraine. Among the militants were many people with a "rich criminal past." One of them openly said that he hadn't been outside the prison for more than six months, "And now I've been at liberty for several years. I'm surprised!"
Murder in the cell
In the evening, two beaten men were thrown into the cell. They were really drunk. The militant from the detachment of Lis met his old friend and expressed his desire to join the detachment. They visited the commander together, and he agreed. After that, they went and got drunk from sheer joy. They were detained due to a conflict with a guard near our prison. They could just get their faces beaten and be free sometime later. But one of them, being drunk and not realizing where he was, blurted out that he'd joined the detachment only to persuade his son to leave it, because "I am for a united Ukraine," he said. His call sign was Termez, real name Oleksandr Skakun. There were other separatists in our cell at that time. When they heard it, they immediately told a warder about it. He reported that to Maniac.
Khokhol grabbed the man by the leg again and dragged him to the torture chamber, where he continued the torture. The man shouted loudly. He pulled him back. The man only moaned. Khokhol demanded silence, yet the man continued to moan. Then Khokhol ran up and jumped on the man's chest. Bones crunched and he fell silent. I once read about such a method of jailers in The Good Soldier Svejk (Czech Jaroslav Hasek's novel about a middle-aged man service in the Austro-Hungarian army during World War I, - Ed.). But it never occurred to me that I myself would one day witness something like this.
A friend of the tortured, call sign Omar, real name Oleksiy Kovaliov, survived. Through other militants who were in our cell for a short time for getting drunk, he passed information about the murder of his friend Termez to their commander Lis. He asked him not to call Batman, but to come in person since they could kill Omar as a witness to the murder. Omar told everything when Lis and his fighters came to Batman. He hoped that the commander would be able to take him away. But Batman said Lis to get lost, and it escalated to a nearly armed clash. They transferred Omar to another cell and beat him severely. This whole story became public, reached the LNR leadership, and leaked to their press.“I pronounce the death of this man. Do I need to sign something?” She was told not to. "Oh, all the better. Then I leave."

Meanwhile, Plotnitsky was very loyal to Moscow. That is why he was a more acceptable candidate for the Kremlin. In fact, this confrontation between Plotnitsky and Bednov saved us.
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When Batman tried to submit documents to the so-called Central Electoral Commission on the eve of the "LNR election" to get registered as a candidate, he was not only denied registration, but also a group of his militants was fired on (in their video Bednov says three men were wounded, - Ed.). As some time passed, information about our basement emerged on the internet. We heard rumors that an OSCE commission was set to visit us to check the conditions of detention (the OSCE Special Monitoring Mission has been operating in occupied cities, - Ed.). If even we knew that, then Batman could hear the rumors well before us.What could Bednov do in this situation? Cover up the tracks.
Death sentence and release
On 11 November, a militant, call sign Subota, named Nester, who was then the warden of the prison, looked into our cell. He ordered the founder of the Batman detachment, Vasylevskyi, and several prisoners loyal to the militants to leave the cell. After a while, he came in again and ordered us to fold down mattresses quickly and pick up our belongings, and come to the surface. A minibus was waiting for us at the exit from the basement. They took us to the Chorna Sotnia transport company, located in the Dzerzhinsky Quarter on the outskirts of the city. The minibus drove into the premises of the company and entered a hangar. There were 14 of us. One by one we were ordered to get off the bus and climb down a square hatch in the floor. There was a basement about three by eight meters, three meters high. The walls of this basement were made of concrete blocks.

Fortunately, no one searched us before transferring us to the new basement, so one of the prisoners managed to take his mobile phone with him. We called everyone we could reach - our families, friends, acquaintances.

Then, engaging one or two prisoners, they conducted a search in the guard room and found grenades there. The warders, now disarmed and tied up, testified that they had already received an order from Subota to throw those grenades at us down the basement at night. It's clear that this was not his initiative, but Batman's.

- Prisons of Luhansk: Batman's basement (in English)
- Prisons and torture chambers Luhansk: Pit in the "Black Hundred" (in Ukrainian)
“Russians taught how to torture.” Ex-captives of Donbas “republics” share horrors of basement prisons[/boxright] Near the local police precinct, armed men formed a living corridor from the bus to the stairs of the house, through which we got inside. They forced us to undergo fingerprinting there. We had several interrogations, conducted by representatives of the so-called military prosecutor's office, the police, and some other strange organization, about which even the police themselves knew nothing. We remained there for a day. The next day they took us under guard in [armored] Privatbank minibusses to the premises of the former Regional Tax Inspection at Kotsyubynskoho, 2a. Later they told us that after they carried us away, the Zhovtnevyi District police office was allegedly attacked by Batman militants. When they collected all the information, we were told that the case had been handed over to Plotnitsky for review. In December, we were periodically taken to the courtyard of the former tax inspection that was transformed into a fortified militant base, to clear the yard of snowdrifts. We were kept in the former tax inspection until late December. Then our group was divided into two parts. Several other prisoners and I were released on 29 December. The rest were released after the New Year, around 5 January. On 1 January 2015, Batman's cars and his bodyguards were ambushed, riddled with a large-caliber machine gun, and burned down, Bednov himself and his bodyguards were liquidated. The military believes that a military flame-thrower Shmel was also used to eliminate Batman, which left the militants no chance to survive. His militants arranged a lavish burial of Bednov, but the next day his grave was desecrated and burned down. This creature has done too much evil, it has brought too much sorrow to people.


So, the political rivalry and squabbles between separatist groups contributed to there being forces interested in liquidating Batman. And tht saved us from death.
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