June 23, 2026 — Sign it, or they’ll do to you what they did to Prizhibilova
I am Olha Stefanishyna, originally from Sevastopol, Crimea.
This is a first-person testimony, based on dissociative flashbacks. I am recording them and analyze them. I do it because I have amnesia and didn’t know I am injured and traumatized till I started to work through it. No one worked with me on it so I am looking for witnesses and support on my own. Open letter.
Incidents from my direct memory and my commentary are marked in bold.
The location and time for these are unknown.
- She loses everything
- This isn’t just for 5 minutes
- And again, something will happen
- She is a human being
- Where is Olya?
- Here she is
- Well, since they are taking her
Crimea (?)
I was brought to a stranger’s apartment (Maiboroda’s?). I was told to be stricter with a girl.
- (Alexey Petrovich Mayboroda — son of Luydmila Maiboroda) What are you doing to the child?! Why are you so drunk? (I don’t drink and take drugs). Alright, I’ll deal with her now. Take the child away.
I am being beaten.
- (M — probably to the kid) She won’t hurt you anymore! I promise you!
It looks like they were recording bad (inept) treatment of the child on video. I don’t remember the child.
Crimea. A house in the woods.
- (Lyudmila Maiboroda — my mother’s sister) We need to resolve this issue!
- (My mother) She is my daughter!
- (Lyudmila Maiboroda) We need to resolve the issue! Talk to her!
Leaves.
- (My mother) Olya, sign it and let’s go. Otherwise, they’ll do to you what they did to Prizhibilova.
- (Me) Are you kidding? Was she really killed over a child? She slept around, they took her child away because of that!
- (Mother) You don’t understand anything.
- (Me) They took her child away, didn’t they? And they killed her anyway! I’ll sign it and they’ll kill me. What’s the difference?
- (Mother) Sign it and we’ll go.
- (Me) You take it and sign it!
- (Mother) We need you to put your signature on it.
- (Me) That’s your sister! How can you do this to me?! Am I not your own (biological) child?
- (Mother) Sign it and let’s go.
- (Me) They are going to resolve the issue by registering it to another mother.
- (Mother) There are some other documents there too.
I sign. We leave the house in the woods. There is forest all around.
- (A tall man in a khaki uniform) She signed it, what should I do with her? The relatives aren’t answering the phone. Alright, I’ll go look for a car.
- (Me — to my mother) I’m not riding in the same car as you. Walk on foot.
- (Mother) Take me with you!
- (Me) I’m not riding in the same car as you.
- Please!
- Drop dead.
These flashbacks are probably related to these: June 7, 2026 — Hire the biological mother as a nanny, June 5, 2026 — Yura, hire the prostitute.
None of this was preserved in my direct memory. But around 2017, my mother came to my apartment in Simferopol. She said that she had been driven somewhere and she had to walk on foot. She complained that she felt sick. She said that I had been drugged with something and that I didn’t remember anything.
I ignored all her words and asked her to leave. It was physically unpleasant for me to see her or talk to her. I didn’t take her words seriously. I chalked it up to the fact that I didn’t want to communicate with her because of the bullying I was subjected to when I asked for guardianship over her. I had no idea I even had a child who had been taken from me, or that I was being forced to sign a stack of documents, including those to relinquish my rights to them. Unfortunately, it’s unlikely she will tell me anything now — her health has deteriorated since I abandoned the idea of taking guardianship of her. I described this in the article The Price of One Victory.
Earlier I wrote an article about Prizhibilova: Prizhibilka: An Untold Story. I can also add that her corpse was found at a reservoir with her hands and feet tied in around 2000. She was adopted in her family. She was about 17.
