June 24, 2026 — You’re going to love Russian rock
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.
- (M) You will love Russian rock!
- (me) No.
- (M) You’re going to love Russian rock, bitch, get out of the car! (Throws me out of a car)
Yulia and I are lying somewhere on a couch. I am fixing her hair. She does the same to me. We are smiling at each other.
Suddenly, several men burst in and start dragging Yulia off the couch. She makes muffled noises, resisting. He hits her, and she falls, hitting her head against the wall. I think she just sat there afterwards — by the white wall.
I try to fight back. He hits me, grabs me by the hair, pins me to the couch, and says, “I will do whatever I want with you.” Someone says, “We’ve got a line for the couch here. Wait your turn!” I plunge into pain.
I am lying on the couch. Yulia walks up to me. She starts shaking me, tries to pull me off the couch. I don’t want to go anywhere, but she is persistent. I get up. She buttons my jeans and adjusts my clothes. She drags me outside. It is dark out there.
We are somewhere on an a paved public walk along a waterfront. We are being attacked again. They focus on Yulia. They stretch her out on a table or something like that. I scream and lunge at the one standing between her legs. He is tall (I am 178), heavily built, dressed in black, with long black hair. He turns around, grabs my hand, forces a knife into it, and uses my hand to stab Yulia.
This flashback is related to this one on June 21, 2026.
