"What happened should not be considered a terrorist attack(At least from the legal point of view). I was not a part of any extremist groups, was apolitical and not religious. Nobody knew what I was planning and I did it all alone.
I'm writing it mostly for IC(
tl note: Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation) or whoever would be dealing with that mess. I'll share more of my thoughts through the text, but let's start with recapping of the events.
I was about about it for a long time. Years have passed, and I understood that time has come. From the 10th grade(
tl note: ~middle of high school) I've been saving money to buy a gun, or, in a case that wouldn't work, to get a drivers license. It's no matter for me how I do it, be it guns, a car, or maybe a bomb and a knife. Decided to roll with guns because I was quite good at shooting, and espechially after I saw how pathetically unept my classmates at it.
By march I've saved enough for a gun and as I became 18(
tl note: a universal age of being legally considered an adult in many post-soviet countries) I've started to work on getting my gun license.
Around march 13 I filed an application for a Hunting Association(
tl note: governmental entity that supervises hunting. The only way to get a gun license for the majority of civilians, who want to carry it outside of the route between their homes and dedicated gun ranges. However, take it with the grain of salt. I'm not very savvy on russian gun laws. Just keep in mind it's more restricitive than american laws.) after wich I went to the residental psych ward on Petropavlovskaya 74 to get required papers. Psychiatrist was an older woman, who, after a round of basic questions ala "Smoke? Drink? Do drugs? What you need the gun for?" asked me for my draft registration(tl note: all males of ages 18 to 27 are subjected to the draft. It takes a year on average. These draftees aren't being sent into actual warzones, as far as I know. Many consider it stupid and trying to dodge it, because it sucks. Even for ones willing to make a career in military or law enforsement, there are smarter ways to do this. It's a remnant of the soviet system. Won't go into further details.), which I didn't had on me. She told me to get it and return to her at a later date. I knew I don't need it for this, but decided not to exacerbate. After I came back she said "I've re-checked my notes, and it is written I don't trust your answers"(
tl note: it's kinda wierdly worded in russian too, so I've translated literally.), and then suggested to pay a visit to the paid psycologist next door(
tl note: freemium medicine is also one of the soviet remnants). Psycologist asked me aforementioned questions, and then said, that I should pass a test. Not today, however, because there's 500 questions and I won't make it in time. At home I've easly found this test, red all about it and ran through it 10-20 times. When I came back, I've passed it with ease. Next test required me to describe my feelings about different situations. It happens my acquaintance had to design a similar test as a homework and she showed it to me, so I knew how to pass that one too. After that was the test, that consisted of finishing sentences. I've passed that one by summing up what I knew about previous tests. In the end I was given a sheet of paper and asked to draw a human and a nonexistent animal. After a few days I came back and psychiatrist said that I've passed and gave me a required paper. Through the whole experience I felt like the ones who's supposed to heal us are not well themselves.
After that I went to the drug ward on Monastyrskaya street to get a paper stating I'm not an addict. Got tested, went through ophthalmologist and narcology psychiatryst, who asked me the same questions as the previous one, and I finaly got my papers. After that I picked up my hunting association membership card.
Next step was basic firearm traning. I went to the traning facility and for three hours listerned things I already knew. Next I went to the gun range for the trial shooting. Next day I came back for yet another test. 150 questions of gun and hunting law, random 10 are checked, one mistake max. Right after that I've passed a shooting test and got my paper.
Next I've bought a gun safe, sent an application and let the feds check it. I picked up a license for buying around april 28-th, and went to buy a gun the same day. Bought it at the "Guns and Tools"(
tl note: I allowed myself a little liberty on translating the store name there) at Geroyev Hasana 64 st. Assortment wasn't good. I needed any pump-action shotgun with a pistol grip and an adjustable stock. Semi-automatic guns weren't an option because, despite a higher rate of fire, they can jam at the worst time possible. Lancaster and Paradox as well(tl note: don't know shit about guns, can't elaborate), since pellets are much more efective for shooting at crowds.
After a few days I've filed an application for a own and carry permit.
Kazan school shooting did me a favour, so to say. The same day I got a call, in which feds said, that because of a new order they had to recheck my gun storage. They came and also got guns serial number, saving me a hustle of carrying the gun to them. I've got my permit a few days after the date that was written in it, right after summer break started. Maybe they did it to cover their asses a little(
tl note: I feel like there's a better phrase for that last sentence).
At first I was planning to shoot my former school, but then I decided not too. School was way too uncomfortable place for me to spend the last 10 minutes of my life, plus children did not have many escape routes. Also I waited till my conscription results come in(wasn't conscripted, sadly). It turned out that I would've not made it before the summer break anyway. So I had to do a uni enrolement exams(tl note: it's a global country-wide series of exams every school graduate pass in order to enroll in the university or college), which I didn't prepare for. At the same time I was pondering on the fitting location for my act: trade centers, governmental permit center, hospitals, recruitment office, theaters, railway station. None of these suited me, because I've needed a place, when human presence would be maximal around noon at monday. So all I could do is to wait till the enrolment lists went public, to see which uni signed itself a death warrant(tl note: that's where cringe starts). At the end of may I've started to feel myself loosing controll. Decided to decrease contacts with others, and straight up cut my contacts with some, because I felt I could hurt them.
Uni, that made the worst mistake in its history was Perm State University. Four years ago I would be excited to enroll in it, but now it doesn't matter. I took notice of this place a few years back when I was attending additional classes there. Many buildings means many students, enough to roam, and the place itself looks good, unlike disgusting commieblocks surrounding it. Not the worst place to die.
At 20-th of july I've decided to test my gun. Had to ride 23 kilometers on the public transport to the gun range. At the range I found out that my shots go 15 centimeters lower from the stock aim at the 30 meters, and adjustment did not help. But it doesn't change anything, because I won't shoot further than 20 meters, and I'm not planning to use slugs anyway. Decided to use buckshot as my main ammo.
At 27-th of august I went to the same "Guns and Tools" and bought 105 buckshot pellets, plus I still had 26 from the gun range. Also I had a pack of pellets #7, but won't use these. Doubt I'll shoot more than 50, but won't hurt to take some more. Also thought of making an acetone peroxide explosive, but it would only slow me down.
Pondering on should I end everything myself or let the cops do it. Later feels like fun, doubt I'll be a serious threat to them. Not ruling out the chance of being captured alive. That would suck.
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tl note: next three text blocks feel like they were archieved out of order. However, they might be not, and it doesn't make it unreadable. Also that's where the real edge starts. I present it to you without additional comments.)
Everything around me looks artifical, dream-like, as if I observe acts of my vessel from a third person. Each day is a repetition of the previous one. All starts from the ringing in my head. Always hard to talk to people, can't understand their emotions. No need to keep it a secret that I enjoyed hurting people from the early days of school. Their suffering, fear on their faces, these emotions I understood, because they were sincere. Had to suppress the urges to destroy everything, but I've understood that I can't live like this. If not now, I'd kill at some point anyway. I cannot be stopped, as I've said I don't care how I will kill, friends and relatives can't do anything, I can trick any doctor. Only death can stop me, and it's coming to me.
No matter how long I sleep I don't rest. I am so tired. Wrath overwhelmes me, I want to destroy everything that's in my way, bring as much pain as I can to this world, those who I won't kill will remember that day forever. All these years I've tolerated people around me only for this moment. I despise myself as much as I despise you all. What a relief that it all will soon end. At least for ten minutes I will feel alive. This would be the most substantial day of my life, I will live it through as many of you won't live your lives. Don't know how many I will get, but I'll try as much as I can. I don't care about "popularity", but I know news will gather as vultures around the dead carcass. People will forget about me in a week or in a month, but I won't care, because I'll be dead.
As far as I can remember, I was always thinking about death. I don't believe any of that religious balooney about heaven and hell. I think there's nothing after death, you wanish as if you was never there. Wierd, that people are so obsessed with death, regardless of when, because everybody will die, and I just speed this process up for some. If bible is true, I most likely end up in hell. However, most of people commited at least one deadly sin, so I won't go there alone, ha ha ha.
September first, I came to the uni, some kind of a civil protection representative did a speech. Spoke about the dangers students might encounter, mentioned terroris attacks, said, that security(uni security, I think) is watching and on the search of the potential terrorists. Doubt they expect a freshman to come for them. Met my classmates, don't think there's a point in learning their names. Strange feeling, Like I've met them all many times, their apperance, voices, behaviour, all feels way too familiar. I can say for certain none of them expects what a ride that's coming.
First classes were dull, despite that I was told, that uni is much more fun than school. But I've decided on the entry point. At 11.30 AM class starts, so there wouldn't be many people there. Students smoke near this exit, because smoking inside is forbidden. That's why smokers gonna go down first(smoking truly kills). Doubt they will latch on to what's happening fast enough, and by then I'll be inside. The only question is how fast the cops will react, because there's a post right across the street.
Through my brief contacts with classmates a few seem to me like they are worthy of life. I'll spare them if we meet.
Ever noticied the plase you're living in? Drunkards who lost their human apperance shambling to the 24/7 for the next bottle, elderly bastards in the public transport are at each others throats, disgusting animals service providers(tl note: he most likely means the lower-tier employees of services), and other scum. Lower classes are all biotrash bar none. But higher classes virtually the same, just with more luxury for their worthless existance. Streets are dirty and littered, rats run around the house, monotonous commieblocks are all around.
A few of you deserve to live. You came up with numerous ideologies, created a bunch of phylosophical traditions, but nothing will change your ugly nature. You are greedy, egotistical, cowardly and evil creatures, but you think of yourself better than other animals. Let's be honest, you're thinking yourself better than me, but why? Because you did not kill "innocent" unarmed people? Because you're upstanding members of society? HA HA HA. All that's keeping you law-abiding is the system you've created. If acts which I'm going to commit weren't immoral and frowned upon by society, you'd destroyed yourselves long ago, your vile qualities would surface and you'd saw yourself for what you tryly are. Fuck you all!
Made my mind, I'll do it september 20-th. Learning routes now, their app with the detailed plan of the area realy helps. Building is too big for one gunman, so if they start to evacusate immediately, many have a good chance of survival.
Gonna do it tomorrow. A wierd sence of calm, as if tomorrow will be the same regular day as always. I hate myself, but I want to hurt each and everyone who would cross my path. Ringing became even stronger, as if my head is clamped in a vice. Everything still feels like a dream. Don't think I ned to write anything else. In conclusion, I want to say that I'm not the first and definetly not the last. No gun regulation would save you, because you will be killed with cars, knifes, bombs, anything. Scum like me would destroy everything around, because both you and the surrounding world are rotten to the core."[
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I don't know the ghost city the two motorcycle dudes were visiting in the video were China Evergrande, but it probably was. If not, it was some other malefactor.
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