Viktor Danilovich Burikov, the oldest Rostov journalist, died in 1984 at the age of 80, having been ill for three months. Death occurred as a result of a slow, gradual paralysis of the arms, legs, and then the heart.
A month before his death, Burikov told his friends who had gathered at his bedside about the following:
- Guys, I know that I will die soon, and I have nothing to lose except life. Listen to me carefully. Doctors are wrong. I'm not dying of old age at all, but because aliens infected me with an unknown disease. Previously, I did not want to talk about it because I hoped to get well. And I didn’t want a rumor to roll around the city - they say, I fell into senile dementia, I’m talking all kinds of crazy nonsense. But I won't be able to recover, I realized. Standing on the brink of death, I want to tell you about the true reason why I found myself on this threshold.
The "Burikov case" was later investigated by the Rostov researcher of anomalous phenomena Aleksey Priima. He managed to find and interview three of Burikov's acquaintances who were listening to him.
All of them in their stories emphasized the fact that, despite his advanced age, Burikov was a man of a sharp mind, with a good memory and enviable clarity of speech. The interlocutors insisted: until the very last moment, the dying man behaved like a sane person.
The journalist described in detail to his friends the place where he met the crew of the "flying saucer". Together with his relatives, Burikov, according to his story, went on that memorable October day in 1984 to the left bank of the Don.
This coast with its beaches is a traditional resting place for Rostovites living on the right bank of the river - on the so-called Rostov hills, where, in fact, the city of Rostov is located. A passing reference: along the endless beach on the left bank of the Don, a grove stretches, almost as endless.
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The weather was wonderful - it was Indian summer. While his relatives were busy with their bags, laying out simple food on the grass, Burikov went for a walk through the grove alone. He passed one clearing in the grove, the second, went out to the third and … gasped! In the middle of the clearing stood, leaning on three thin legs, a disk-shaped aircraft seven or eight meters in diameter.
The testimonies of the narrators contained clear coordinates of the section of the beach on which Burikov's relatives had arranged a picnic that day. They also contained a clear orientation of the direction in which Viktor Danilovich, according to him, moved through the grove, until he came across that very clearing and a UFO on it.
So, Burikov saw a "flying saucer". In its side, an open hatch was visible, from which a short ladder was lowered to the ground. At that very second, he felt his whole body as if filled with lead. “I want to move my arm or leg, but it doesn't work,” he later recalled.
The next moment Burikov felt himself being caught from behind under the elbows and, without hesitation, carried in the direction of the "plate". Out of the corner of his eye he saw - he was being carried by unusually tall, over two meters tall, guys in light-silver overalls, wrapped around their bodies like a glove on a hand. Suits without any hint of a seam or joint passed into helmets that were tight-fitting heads. The faces were protected by transparent glass.
Unfortunately, Burikov did not give a detailed portrait of the UFO operators who took him by the elbows. He called them "handsome men with blood-red pupils."
Viktor Danilovich was brought into the "plate" and lowered face down on the floor. There was a barely audible rumble. The "plate", according to Burikov's feelings, flew. No more than three or four minutes passed, Burikov assured his friends in the future, and then the hum stopped. The elderly journalist was again grabbed by the elbows and carried out of the UFO.
The landscape that opened up to his eyes, Burikov defined as similar to the Caucasus. Mountain peaks towered around, and between them ran a narrow valley. A shallow mountain stream ran along the valley. And on its banks stuck out here and there "flying saucers", many "saucers" - about seven or eight, like two drops of water similar to the one on which Burikov was brought here, "to the Caucasus".
Among them were the "Martians" in light silver suits. One of them approached the journalist and started poking him in the head with some kind of wire, twisted with a screw, which looks like a corkscrew.
- The feeling was like this, - said Victor Burikov later, - as if the wire penetrated through the frontal bone directly into the brain. At the moments of her touch on the forehead, fiery streams pierced my head.
Then the old man was again dragged into the "plate" and again, mind you, unceremoniously thrown, still immobilized, face down on the floor. Less than five minutes later, Viktor Danilovich stood on all fours in the middle of that damned clearing from which he had been kidnapped earlier. He twisted his head, dazed, feeling the leaden weight slowly fall from his body. There was a hum behind him.
With considerable difficulty, Burikov looked around. The "flying saucer", pulling in three thin legs - landing supports, slowly took off three meters above the meadow. It hung in the air for a while, and then went up like a candle, disappeared into the sky in a matter of seconds.
Viktor Danilovich hobbled away, groaning. All the bones in his senile body ached, a ball of fire pulsed in his head. Nausea rolled in waves. Neither the next day, nor a week, nor a month later he did not feel better.
Three months later, Viktor Burikov died.
Here is what is striking: the entire operation to capture a human individual, deliver it to the base of "flying saucers", study the brain using the "wire" and return the individual to its original place, the UFO operators spent no more than fifteen minutes.
The pace is such that one gets the impression that the alien capture group acted according to a well-developed scenario, using a technique that was probably used by this group (and maybe other similar groups) already many times.
From the book "At the Crossroads of Two Worlds"