My thoughts are refreshed from sleep, my strength is increased, but still this wild accusation drives me mad. They’ll figure it out, and I’ll sue this Sangaa operative.

At 8 o’clock in the morning, I am taken out of the cell to be taken to the district court. I meet Anya in the corridor. I ask with surprise and indignation:

«What’s going on, Anya?»

– I don’t know, I’m in shock. Who is Pavlova? – what is it? «she asks me.

– I don’t know, I wanted to ask you. I thought it was your real estate client.

– You know we don’t have a client with that name.» I thought you were involved somewhere.

– I thought you were planning something against me.» Mongush Z. when did you put the apartment up for sale?

– In August 2007, there is a contract for receiving a Deposit. After receiving the money, she and her family moved to a dacha.

– So they lived in their own apartment in may?» Maybe they killed this Pavlova, and now they want to blame it on us?

We and the other men were taken to a building on the territory of the district court and placed in a cell. I tell Ana how I was snatched from my house. She told me that they called her and asked her to come to the police station with her passport, and there they held her for several hours and charged her, after which they placed her in an IVS. Anya says:

– It can’t be that Mongush Z. and his family want to blame the crime on us. She knows both of us, but she doesn’t know my brother and my husband.

– Exactly. We need to ask that she and her family members be called to face-to-face with us.

– Who is this witness?» Who needs to talk about us?

By this time, a Russian operative who was present in the office when I was hit had entered the room. He told the court escort that he wanted to pick me up. I shouted:

– I’m not going anywhere, they beat me!

Perhaps my words had an effect, and the chief of the judicial escort refused to let me out of the cell, after which the operative left. After a while, Sangaa came in, apparently waiting on the street. He started talking rudely to the guards so that they would give me to him. From this pressure, the chief of the judicial escort also replied in a raised tone:

– The detainee is currently under my responsibility, and I have no right to violate the instructions. In addition, the detainee stated that she was subjected to physical pressure.

The operatives left. Apparently, they were charged with getting me to turn myself in before the trial. You’ve run into the wrong one, my dears.

Vladimir appeared with my things. Anya closed part of the grate with my fur coat so that I could change. While I was dressing, Anya and I told Vladimir our proofs. Later, I learned from Ani that she and Vladimir had previously known each other and worked in the same police Department.

When Anya and I were brought into the courtroom, we saw that Andrey (Anya’s husband) and Valera (Anya’s brother) were behind bars, and we were allowed to go to them. They had the same indignant look, and they eagerly asked us in one voice:

– What’s going on?»

We told them about the owner of this apartment, where we allegedly committed a murder. They did not know where this house was located, the owner of the house, or all the details related to the sale of this apartment. After what we told them, they calmed down a little.

They announced the beginning of the trial to consider the request of the Investigative Committee for detention for two months. We requested to see the court’s materials. In the materials of the court there were testimonies of Kostyuk as follows: