Monday, August 06, 2012


Vladik (right)






"Vladik actually did appear in 2 short porno movies when he turned 18 produced by Rusanov. The founder of Azov films was starting a hardcore adult gay site featuring Vladik and other former Azov stars."

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Rusanov headed the "Scout" movement of the Crimea.  





Crimean university lecturer delivered boys sex tourists and rented porn








"Vlad appeared in two short porn films...


"Azov Films had 20 different language versions..."


Spooky Igor Rusanov.




In other words, Rusanov was most likely a spy.

Rusanov spent some time in the Soviet Union.

In 1991, the Ukraine became independent.

Ukraine - children's camp.


Rusanov then seems to have switched allegiance.



After Communism's collapse: creation in the Crimea


In 2011, he was arrested.


Anonymous said...

Its making me sick....

Anonymous said...

I am never ceased to be amazed at your ability to dig up these stories. What is your secret? It is pathetic that the headlines are filled with demonization of whites with ridiculous thought crimes that get athletes kicked off Olympic teams. Never mind the S. African teams that believe in "kill the farmer, kill the Boer". That's fine, just don't make jokes about west nile, or don't dare have a boyfriend who's a German Golden Dawn party supporter.

Anon said...

We are a large cooperative.

And we have met some interesting people...

- Aangirfan

Anonymous said...

I'm still chuckling over the statement: 'we are a group of ex convent girls who meet in Monaco.'

Reading yesterday's post, I felt sick, and upon seeing the one comment, expressing my feelings and thoughts precisely, I had nothing further to add. But I did go away thinking: how does Aangirfan do this, without feeling crushed and debilitated and depressed, which is what I get, but then, I am on my own.

Yours seems to me to exemplify the essence of community. We know how challenging that is, from the dynamics we learned of Christ and the apostles, forever argybarging, forgetful, denying and even betraying.

So well done, because the work you do must count for something to be done on a serious level, soon.

Sometimes I think that if/when we all survive what is to come, I would like to share a glass of wine, celebrate and dance under the moon with Aangirfan.

I just saw my scrambled task to prove I am not a robot: sadmad LOL

Anonymous said...

Ha ha ha,

Aang, you are a rotten tease.

And long may you remain so!

Anonymous said...

So there I am having a laugh - in the comments for an article about an innocent used, abused, and in all likelihood killed by scum who think that where they put their penis is more important than whether people live or die. Which is poor of me I know.

I notice people in the comments here find the stories you post crushing. And I've had remarkably similar comments at my place. I get it. When I first realised how deep the wickedness of the death cult ran I too was crushed. But eventually I came out the other side.

The thing is you see is that it's always been this way. This is no absurd horror-movie-imagined perversity that has not been done in reality. When Hollywood strives to find new and graphic ways of killing people it's a certainty that they are a thousand years late. It's all been done before.

The only question now is how should I feel about it? Is me being crushed of any use to anybody? Further, isn't that what they want? Arguably it's the point of the exercise. When a killer slays an innocent in front of another they want to turn to the survivor and see the reaction that they hoped for - fear, anger, horror. That's what they want.

Well, fuck them. I refuse to give it to them. Their wickedness is old hat - it's all been done before. I refuse to be impressed by some unimaginative bastard who imagines he is great and powerful. He is only great if I concede it. I don't concede it. He is not great. He's an unoriginal, unimaginative moron.

There's only one thing these gits deserve and that is public ridicule. Way back when, when I ran my own business there were any number of people who'd refuse to pay my invoice. They didn't care about phone calls, letters, not even court summonses. They expected all these responses and they didn't care.

The only thing that would cause them to pay was public shaming. Thus I would sit in their foyer and chat to their clients - "Are you owed money too?" Their threats to call the police lasted as long as it took me to tell them that was fine with me. No problems - do it. The cheque would invariably be in my hands in five minutes.

And the logic of this micro works for the macro. I refuse to fight the battle they expect of me. I am uninterested in the rules that they've made and that serve only them. I want to be the thing they didn't see coming: the man who is unfazed, the man who laughs at them.

What they want I won't give them. Which is to say, me being crushed. What they don't want - public ridicule delivered with an unflustered equanimity - is the only thing they deserve.

Fear is worthless. Don't give it to them. The things Aang posts here simply are. And always have been. Get over it. Choose how you wish to feel. Decide on a mindset that suits you, not someone else.

Cease to be a puppet. Seize the spotlight and turn it on the puppeteer. What sort of show would that be? A crummy one? Of course! It is a crummy show. And there's nothing a crummy impresario fears more than catcalls, laughter, and a chorus of boos.

Anonymous said...

Russian people must improve their society...God bless this child.

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