These mysterious events took place in 2006. At that time I was a young district police officer in a small town in the Omsk region. The area I got was not that difficult, but the contingent, which had to be constantly monitored, was more than enough.
One of the representatives of such a contingent was Ekaterina. Several years ago, before those events, a girl was involved in the murder of her own four-year-old daughter Nastya. First as a witness, and then as an accomplice. Katya "flew" at the age of sixteen. Her man - Vitaly, nicknamed Jack, was much older, and already had one run under his shoulders, under the heading "robbery". When Katya gave birth, they began to live together. And once it turned out that Knave had killed his daughter, taken out the countryside and buried in the forest. Either he did not have enough money for his daughter to grow up, or he was simply tired of raising a child. It is still unknown whether the mother knew about it or not, was she an accomplice or not? During the investigation, she claimed that she knew nothing about the murder of her own daughter. However, she received five years of settlement, but served only three years, being released on parole. But the Knave received twenty stroacha. In addition to the murder of the girl, he was also soldered by the seduction of a minor, because at the time of conception, Katya was only fifteen.
Katya went out and returned to her house. And I had to constantly monitor the parole. The girl came to check in regularly, behaved quietly. Still very young, silent, the look is extinct, as if lifeless. There were no complaints about her from anyone, she lived quietly, did not take suspicious persons into the house, did not drink, and got a job.
Once I went to a call to her house - a drunken showdown. Having dealt with the drunks, he decided to visit Katerina at the same time. He asked: how is her life, is everything going well in her new life. Katya sighed heavily and says:
- Yes, what a life. I didn't keep track of my daughter. I myself do not know how it happened … I knew what a freak this Jack was, but I endured it, although I understood that he would return to the zone anyway. In the colony, almost every day I went to church and repented. Useless, won't let go Every night I dream about Nastya.
The mood of the ward did not please me at all, if not scare me. She was in such a state that she was about to do something to herself. Worse still, she was alone. Her mother died a month after the verdict. The father left the family long ago. I didn't know what to say to her, I muttered something vague about the fact that life would get better, everything would be fine, and that's where we parted.
And a few days later I had a strange dream. It’s like I’m sitting in my office, writing something as usual, when suddenly the door opens and a little girl of about five comes in to me. I didn't have time to say anything, when the girl from the doorway told me:
- Uncle, save my mother. She can't die now!
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- Who is your mom? I ask.
- Katya Okhotkina …
Then I woke up and felt that I was covered in sweat. The dream was very realistic. And Katya Okhotkina is the same Ekaterina, my ward! There is only one thought in my head: we must go to her. He jumped up, it was not yet five in the morning, got dressed and got into the car. I arrived, ran into the entrance, I called the doorbell - there was no answer. I knock with all my foolishness - no one comes up. Suddenly, I hear a voice outside the door, the voice of the same girl who just dreamed of me: "Uncle, get out the window!"
Fortunately, Katya lived on the first floor, and I climbed into the apartment through the window. They didn't have to break it, the window was ajar. He climbed into the apartment, walked around all the rooms and found Katya in the bathroom, already with cut veins. I called an ambulance, they managed to save me. But the girl was not in the apartment. So don't believe in mysticism after that!
… Several years have passed, I no longer worked as a district police officer and held a completely different position in the regional center. Once, on some birthday, I got into a conversation with a policeman who lives in that city. It turned out that Katya's life had improved, she found an intelligent husband, gave birth to a son … That's good, I thought.