View Full Version : Julia Kozlova

03-08-2016, 11:34 AM
Name: Julia Kozlova
Date of birth: 6 June 1987

> I thought it couldn't get any worse. How wrong I was! Roman was
>supposed to meet me at the apartment at 11 and give me back the $60
>unused rent payment and $40 deposit. At 12 I called Roman. He said he
>was busy. I told him I would leave at 1 PM with the apartment key
>unless he gave me back the deposit and rent for a day. At 12:30,
>Yulia and Michael were at my door. Michael demanded the key. I told
>him only when I get 500 Hrivna. Michael left. Yulia stayed to watch
>me. At 1 I left. Unfortunately, I let Yulia delay me about 5
>minutes. Yulia was in a panic on the phone with Roman. On the
>street, Michael tried to stop me, unsuccessfully. Before I got
>significantly away from the apartment, Roman showed up. He demanded
>the keys. I demanded the 500 Hrivna. He refused. I walked away. He
>drove past me, stopped, got out, and demanded the key. I kept
>walking. He and Michael got in front of me and asked me to get in the
>car and he would take me to the apartment owner and get the refund. I
>got in but refused to put anything in the trunk. The back doors had
>been set so they could not be opened from the inside. The handles had
>been removed from the window crank. I was trapped. When we went to
>Feodosiya, I noticed the handles were removed. Now I understood why.
>Obviously I'm not the first person they have abducted. I started
>screaming for the police. They leaned over the seat backs and beat on
>me a while. I continued screaming for the police. When they turned
>around to drive, I got out a pen and paper so I could write down the
>license number if I got out of the car alive. This panicked them.
>They both came over the seat and very forcefully tried to remove the
>pen and paper. For some reason they were more interested in the paper.
>I jammed the pen into Roman's ribs. That caused him to leave me alone.
>Michael continued wrestling with me, but never got the pen or paper,
>although the paper was pretty much destroyed. It happened to be the
>scrap of paper I had Roman's phone numbers on, so it was fortunate I
>managed to keep it. Roman drove. I screamed. People ignored me.
>Roman got out his gun, which I had also seen in Feodosiya. We got some
>km out into the country. He drove into a field behind a dense row of
>trees, stopped, pointed his gun at me and demanded the keys. He knew
>where he was taking me. He clearly has done this before. I gave him
>the keys. He gave me 200 Hrivna. Later he told the police that I had
>willingly exchanged the 200 Hrivna for the keys and that he had never
>threatened me with his gun. He drove me back to the highway and opened
>the door so I could get out of the car. Without being obvious about
>it. I walked far enough forward to see his front license plate before I put on my packs. Remember, I already reported he did not
>have a back license plate. This is a car designed and used by
>gangsters. As he left, I wrote down his license number on the rag of
>paper I had left.
> I had to walk back to Mariupol because nobody, including a police
>car and an ambulance (widely separated vehicles) would stop despite my
>frantic waving. At the first sign of civilization (a beer warehouse),
>I stopped and they seem to have called the police, who never came. A
>half hour later, I started walking again. I walked back to near the
>apartment and went into a mobile phone store with a proprietor I knew
>spoke English. I called the US consulate in Kiev, which was a waste
>of time, as always. I called the police again. Soon they came,
>talked to the proprietor (who I had told my story to already) and
>drove me to the police station. Now I'm at the police station, where
>NOBODY speaks English. I've tried to get them to go to the internet
>place, 500 meters away, where we could communicate with a translator.
>They seem to agree, but I can't get them to go. Battery is almost dead. I can't find an
> electrical outlet with electricity in the building. (I have
> electricity.) Police just asked if car windows are black. Yes. Now
>I realize that is part of the reason nobody reacted to my calls for
>help. They couldn't see me.
> Because I had the license number the police had all three of them
>at the police station within a few hours. The police tried to talk me
>into doing nothing. They said none of them had committed a crime. I
>said they had beaten me, held me prisoner, and threatened me with a
>gun. All three are crimes. Later I realized that just having a gun
>in the car is probably a crime in Ukraine. The police browbeat them
>into refunding the unused $60 rent. The police didn't want to do
>anything. It took 9 hours, but I finally got a formal complaint filed.
>At midnight they said I had to stay overnight and go to a clinic in the
>morning. They arranged an apartment for me, $10, near the police
>station, less than 1 km from the center. (The apartment for which
>Roman was taking $60 was 3 km from the center.)
> Next morning the police picked me up at 8:30 as scheduled. They
>took me to the police station and copied my passport. Then they told
>me to wait a minute. At 9:30, a guy from yesterday walked nearby. I
>knew he understood some English. I stopped and asked him why nobody
>took me to the clinic.

Cliff (USA)