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Updated 17th August 08

        I had been visiting chat rooms ( Pornication /Private-feeds) in which (captive) semi clad girls would hang out trying to encourage visitors to purchase a private show. I've learned much about the huge Mafia involvement in the Internet while trying to help these people over the last four years. It is toxic to children & insecure. Perhaps you'll agree with me as you read on that it's foolish the way we lay ourselves bare by trusting it with our banking details, credit cards or personal information the way we do, cybercrime now being more profitable than the illegal drugs trade - worth more than $100 billion a year (see RBN ).

I went back to Pornication while I prepared to sell up my shop to leave England indefinitely with the proceeds. I wanted to encourage girls I knew & liked & who I knew could do better to see the waste, the value of bodily integrity & find some other way to earn a living. It transpired that they did not have the option. That they were prisoners with no hope of release, allowed only the kind of human rights meted out by Mafia, who were their captors. Pornication was transmitted mainly from St. Petersburg Russia & a studio in Ontario Canada. 'benice' , the man keeping an eye on the chat was Mafia, and based in Canada, so I would expect most of the Canadian girls to be captive too. These days most on site are from Eastern Europe (Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Bulgaria, Romania). Speaking to outsiders in the hope of rescue would bring floggings, beatings, electrocution, & starvation. Persistence would result in the deaths of family members, their children, & ultimately their own. Also persistent 'trouble makers' are trafficked by a company called Alla escort to Japanese cities like Osaka & Tokyo. They can be found with a thorough & surprise search of 'Seventh heaven', or 'Private Eyes / One-eyed Jack', or other escort establishments or housing facilities probably nearby. It's my experience that they can be moved between buildings within easy walking distance under guard. The deeper I dig for trafficking in Tokyo the more names are coming up, many operating in the Roppongi district of Tokyo, the problem we face here is integral & girls doubtless shuffled around. Japan is as I've said a punishment, I've heard one report of a girl denied water until she would drink dog urine & perform oral sex on the dog for internet porn.

Captive at NaStudio

       

I was weary when I arrived, but couldn't wait until the next day before I saw the address I'd come to see. When I got there I stood at the front of an old, partly stone building on a corner (No.30), it had double doors and keypad entry. I stood there feeling as if I was in the correct place, but NaStudio was around the corner. What I didn't know at the time was that I was stood at a building housing girls that I'd been in contact with. I went to the multistory building identified as NaStudio by a small plaque at one of its two entrances. It appeared to be closed. Enough for one day.         Over the next few days I did walk-bys. First I went from southern end of Vishnevskogo to north. I noticed a character stood at the southern end, he looked as if he was up to no good. I went past the NaStudio forecourt & as I approached the first building I had visited when I arrived the one with the stone features on the corner (No.30) a man in his early twenties with goatee beard came & stood opposite it, leant on the railings of the Karpovka river which flowed by, & smiled up at a window. A girl came out of the building & met him. They both headed past me towards NaStudio walking slowly in conversation. The man looked cheerful, the girl deeply depressed. I thought the reason for the drawn out walk could well be that it was the only opportunity the girl ever got to be outside.         Next I decided to go in, in faith that I'd be all right. I walked into the left hand entrance. It led to a reception area to my left, an office ahead, & a stairway leading upward between. I smiled at the reception girl 'NaStudio?' I said. She said something in Russian, I asked if she spoke English. She motioned that she couldn't understand what I was saying. To me she looked scared, perhaps I did, & it was a reaction to that, I don't know, I didn't think I had. A man came down from the stairway looking surprised and interested. I could've tried speaking to him, but I didn't like the look of him very much. It was about 8pm when I tried the other entrance. It was Keypad entry with intercom. I spoke into the intercom to a mature sounding lady who again didn't speak English, she seemed to find our exchange amusing. After a minute or two a man in a suit walked up to the door. I asked him if he spoke English. "Yes" he replied politely, to my relief. I said I wanted to spend some time with a girl. "Sure", he said, "what flat number?" I told him I didn't know which flat, I gave him the real name of one of the girls from Pornication. "OK" he says, then craned his neck forward to see what my carrier bag contained. I opened it up obligingly. The plan was to escape with a girl using a concealed weapon, one who I could identify as a captive. He typed a number into the keypad & led the way in.

NaStudio, The block & beyond in use by Mafia

       

Locations of European captives at privatefeeds.com Warning!! I've been spamming privatefeeds.com intensively & girls are being watched closely as a result.
'Europe'	'Romania'	'Czech'	'East European'	'European'
Phoenix Content Anker Koz 2-4 Em.4 3B Budapest, Hungary 1065	Alopoloi No.1 Building 1133 Bucharest, 7000 Romania	TIMIFOTO, BOX 49, PRAHA 34, 130 04, CZECH REPUBLIC Cool content, CAT Production V/ Casper Meier, Jecna 7, 12 000, Karlovo Nam- Praha 2, Czech Republic	Nadeida 3, ee 306, et. 3, ap 56, vh. v Sofia, Bulgaria 1229	HPT/Kreativ S.R.O. P.O.Box 32 820 07 Bratislava 27 Slovakia HPT/Kreativ S.R.O. Seberiniho 1 Bratislava 821 03 Slovakia

Tallinn Estonia

Tallinn old town

I'd seen the corruption problem in Russia first hand, I'd been there just 3 weeks but had twice been robbed by police. I'd been told that jobs in politics and security attracted people who knew there was money in bribery & wanted to be a part of it. What usualy happens is that they tolerate organised crime through greed & fear. Having visited the offices of a major Moscow newspaper, (where I'd heard there was a brave reporter who was famously persecuted for publicly declaring the corruption of the Ministry of the Interior) & had the promise of a letter passed to a governor I left the country for Tallinn, happy that things were turning out OK. Although a nice place I became bored waiting for good news. With finances also dwindling & knowing returning to NaStudio would achieve nothing, I started walking south. I'd stop at Internet cafes along my way to do some sly talking in the Yahoo! chat rooms with captives that I knew. I'd do it once & then be on my way for a week. Doing that used to draw the attention of those monitoring then I'd be gone so that there was nothing for them to see. A few months down the road I became concerned that investigation into NaStudio appeared to be going rather slowly. I Sent an email to President Putin, & wrote a letter that I would post once I was over the border with Poland, so I wouldn't be intercepted by Mafia approaching a crossing point, I'd change direction a bit when I was across. That'll get things moving I thought. The Yahoo! chat rooms had become full of Mafia pretending to be girls I knew, with female chat names & using phrases similar to ones used by the girls, they were asking me where I was, trying to find common ground for chat from information gathered from friends. They were obvious, they would come to me in a girl's clothes & expect me to kiss them. ICQ chat was full of impostors too, although I'd never used it before. I could see that my girls were also there performing their spamming duties. The enemy would also be in the Christian Yahoo! rooms raking for me.

Poland

                I stopped off at a town with Internet access & did some preparation for renewed assault on NaStudio. I found contact details for about 1000 attendees from around the world of an anti trafficking conference. Since so many countries were listed on the 2257 document, I would write to all of them asking them to help if they could. I worked out that at the current rate of disinterest, if I wrote to 1000 at least 20 people would reply eager to help. I had written to very many organisations & received only a few replies, but as it turned out they were processing the information, passing it on. They should have replied though I thought. How was I supposed to overcome a failure if I wasn't kept informed of what had & hadn't been done? I logged into Yahoo! chat and spoke with captives half leaving email in my account to be read, and half making comments in the chat room in pleasingly fluid yet cryptic conversation. I was told not to do it because word of such a mass mailing would cause retribution. I was later to find out that the next day one of the girls had been stabbed trying to make a run for it. The cut was clean however, and she made a recovery. I was right about the dog, it didn't do anything.

Warsaw

                I arrived in Warsaw 5th Nov 2004. I found an Internet cafe in a shopping centre not too far from my hotel & was happily sending email to the girls in Russia for a couple of days. One day as I descended the Escalator to the Internet/centre toilets/car park entrance area, two men at a single computer stood out. They looked Russian, dull worn black clothing, 3/4 length black leather jacket on one of them, generally looking as if they'd no money, no western style to their hair. It was unusual to see them here, so I took a look at their computer screen as I passed by. They were using Yahoo! chat. One looked totally spooked about something, the other who was doing the typing looked shifty, & familiar. I gave them a warm smile as I drew their attention, booked in for an hour, & sat down at a computer. The shifty guy got up, spoke to the girl at the counter, & then he & his companion left. He returned my smile in the reflection of my computer screen as he passed by. What had he said to the girl? it was prepay, use & leave. I logged into my my mailbox, it was empty, I was used to having a reply waiting for me. What was wrong? . I realised who the shifty one was, & my stomach turned. I knew those narrowed eyes. It was my would-be assailant from outside the St. Petersburg hotel.


        As I traveled back to my hotel I passed two others. Both had a young male in the street eyes fixed on the hotel entrance. This caused me concern. When I arrived at my hotel there was a group of young lads hanging around a short distance from the entrance, showing far too much interest in me. I got inside & immediately shaved off my beard. I had to go out, get to an Internet cafe in town, & warn the girls that I knew we'd been rumbled. I put on my other coat & went out, the group of lads had gone, great! No, there they were, in the next street. One of them looked, then quickly turned his head & held the gaze of one of his companions, neither said anything. I passed them. I found an Internet cafe I hadn't used before & I sent a mail in purple, which meant trouble, & 'write to me now & then!' in red, which meant 'no'. I logged into Yahoo! chat. There was a warning there for me, the chat name 'Midnight tears', a reference to my former chat name 'Midnight express', it was subtle as always, necessarily, but in the light of what was happening it was clear. I sent another mail that I'd about done shopping & that I was at the train station. Both statements true, but I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't go back to my hotel that night. I remembered That in St. Petersburg the guy had only hung around outside the hotel one day. I returned to the hotel in the early daylight hours of Sunday morning. I was sure nobody was watching. Inside I went to sleep, & didn't leave the Hotel that day.


        When the time came I went to another Internet cafe in the city, one which was difficult to observe, it was beneath ground among the tunnels, & there were security men thick on the ground, who looked as if they had a keen eye for suspicious circumstances. I went to my mailbox to find many more messages than I was used to, & the coding was revised which was suspicious because I'd not so long ago got annoyed with them for the complexity & frequent revision of the code, which would take hours to decipher & often not make sense when put through Russian to English translation software. If they were caught they'd surely force them to reveal what It said anyway. I would need to visit a guest book site to retrieve the new. Also there were lots of Emails attempting to tempt me to follow links. I took them as attempts to obtain my IP address. One I had no reason to disbelieve said that the sender had been made an example of. Another read that one had been severely electrocuted, probably with a tazer of some kind. I felt foolish for my too obvious 'I'm outta here' response to warning.


        I later went back into town. The British consulate was safest. That wouldn't be watched. It would normally have been closed by this time, but there was some kind of meeting going on upstairs, & young people were leaving in twos and threes. I went in past them, all the public PCs downstairs were off, and the lights out. I went up the stairs in the direction the people were coming from & found a public computer which was on, but had no Internet access. Nearby was an open plan office. I went in & sat at a desk. The staff computers had been left on, just the monitors were off. I sent an email to say that I was still in town, that I had run short of money & was waiting for someone to put some into my account before I left. I hoped this would cheer up my pursuers, & cause them to leave my friends alone. The security guard came by a couple of times looking at me in an odd way, but didn't say anything.


        No problems back at the hotel. The staff didn't speak English, but I managed to inform them that they should not tell anyone I was there. One day I passed by the entrance to the shopping centre with the Internet cafe where I had seen the Russian Assassin & picked up an obvious tail. A young man who reacted to my approach began to follow me up the street. I watched him first in the reflection of a car window, then in a shop window. His eyes were on me all the time. I pretended to see something interesting in a shop window & stopped. He had to keep walking & passed me. I could see he was itching to stop or turn around as he moved slowly and uncomfortably on, but he couldn't without looking very obvious indeed. While he was facing away from me I headed back the way I came among the people & around the corner. I passed the entrance again. There were two tramps stood opposite it. One pointed a finger & asked a question of some kind in an accusing manner. I shook my head & frowned at him moving on. I didn't want to speak that they'd know I was English.


        I planned that I wouldn't leave by the main road, but left by a lesser road going South, & after dark. Getting away from the city centre, a young man at a bus stop drew my attention. He'd pulled out a mobile phone, & was pacing nervously suddenly. I took a turn into a side street, up somebody's driveway into darkness, where I sat & rested. After about five minutes a car swerved into the street & sped up it. I was now a little more unnerved than I had been with the first man. I left the street back into the one I had originally been traveling on. The man was now standing with another, both were looking my way. I quickened pace and when the two of them had been obscured by a bend in the road, I crossed some railway lines to another road which ran parallel. As I crossed into it a car drove up the road very fast from behind me. It then braked hard, swerved in & parked in front of me a short distance. The driver began talking on his mobile phone, whilst at the same time glaring at me in his rear view mirror. OK, so now I knew I wasn't being paranoid. Up a side street walking as quickly as I could until I came to an area of trees. I went into the darkness, sat & thought. I was there about ten minutes. The streets around were quiet, the peace disturbed a few times by a car being driven quickly through them. Now I was going to find a route of minor roads SW to the river. Traveling anywhere between East & West, as the roads & trees dictated, but SW was my main course. There were a lot of wooded areas along my way. I pitched tent in one & slept. The area near the river was conveniently heavily wooded.


        I zigzagged my way there the next day. On my way I Noticed a light aircraft flying up & down the route I was headed on the previous evening. I tried to obscure myself, crossing the street, stopping at cover. My backpack would make me obvious. He continued as he had & I made camp at my destination. I lit up a huge fire at the base of a tree to make some tea & dinner, there was lots of dead wood lying around & I enjoyed a big fire. A plane flew over not far away, & I had a pillar of smoke going up, but I wasn't overly concerned. Anyone could be having a fire. About half an hour later I could see a white Transit van pull up, level with my camp on the dirt track. I knew he had to be there for me, my smoke was plain & there was nothing else around to be there for. A stockily built man got out & started dodging quickly in my direction. The van drove off. I poured out my water onto the fire, and to be honest was expecting the land owner to come tell me off. I began to pack up. He was a long time coming this man. especially since he'd seemed in a hurry. Fifteen minutes later, when I'd broke camp, he still hadn't arrived. Now I knew he was sneaking up on me. Glad I'd put the fire out, so he'd probably get lost on his way, I left. The woodland was dense, so I made camp again about 200 meters away, in a deep ditch, and covered my tent with branches. I was there a couple of days before a van parked conspicuously & at the other side of the river.


        The next day I could make out two figures which from the big white trainers appeared to be young men. I crouched behind a tree for a while & watched, looking for fishing kit. None appeared. I left it a few minutes, then went back to see what they were up to. They had separated. One had moved a few hundred meters down river, & they were both crouching as if to present smaller observers, with their bright white trainers, & no cover, they looked very silly. A lorry parked up nearby on my side of the river. I had obviously been found we were in the middle of nowhere I was suddenly surrounded . I went back to my tent, cutting through a stream so as not to be seen by the teenagers on the other river bank & got packed up. On my way out I saw a footprint in the mud which wasn't mine. I'd been up & down through the mud all day, I knew this was fresh & very different to my own. It was headed towards where the teenagers had seen me. I looked but couldn't see anyone. I prayed hard for guidance out of there, & found it over a bank & through someone's farm.


        I didn't get far before I noticed a light aircraft behaving suspiciously ahead of me. It was flying along, then suddenly veered towards me as if the pilot was doing his best to pull some Gs. You see that kind of maneuver in an air display, but it's not something I'd seen in a modern light aircraft before. I slid down an embankment to some trees before it could level up from It's turn & see clearly. As it came by I moved around a tree that I was obscured by it's trunk. It came over me & into the distance. I left the path to some nearby woodland. Camouflaged my tent up with branches & remained there for three days to make them think they had lost me. Or at least spread themselves further & thinner. I could hear the constant drone of the light aircraft above from inside my tent. It finally had enough midday on a Sunday. The river was still in my way. I found a railway bridge to cross by. The road bridges in the area would be under observation. From there I crossed farmland & traveled through woodland avoiding roads, crossing them quickly if I had to.


        With Christmas days away and light snow I booked into a cheap hotel in Kielce. When I was ready to leave I posted Letters to the St. Petersburg administration. That is the local government, governor, vice governors & all other officials on their website. Whether they be in charge of press relations, traffic or whatever. I wanted everyone to know what was happening so nobody could easily ignore it. That'll fix them, I thought, & cheerfully set off down the main road south knowing I'd be far away by the time the letters arrived & confident that it would soon all be over.