When I was 6 years old. My brother 17. We were sitting at home with my parents, I was in the Hall (a large room) eating behind a chair, my brother was waiting for friends to go for a walk, my mother was sitting on the side of me facing the corridor, and my father was on the couch with his back to the corridor.

When the door was called, the brother rushed to the door, thinking that friends had come. I looked in the eye, it was closed on the other side. Thinking that it was his friends, he opened the door and immediately got 3 knives in his stomach. The attacker went further into the apartment. Mother saw a man with a knife in the hallway and shouted to her father, "He has a knife! “” Bata jumped out of the couch, with one hand he grabbed the board on which my food was standing (such a Soviet with iron crushing legs), and with the other hand he threw me out on the couch. The attacker washed off with a knife, his father closed his hand, and cut off three fingers (deep but not cut off). After that, he fucked him with a taburet in his hand, he had a knife, his father grabbed his head and fucked him about the squid. He fell unconscious. The father wanted to take a knife and get the bastard, but in time the neighbor with the shepherd ran, the bastard grabbed his hand, the dog said "fass". Rada (trained shepherd) grabbed the bastard by the throat, but did not bite, waiting for the team. At this time, mentions began to arrive in the apartment.

This man has already killed three people in the city.

The brother in a state of affection, why did he go up to the floor above, called the neighbors when they opened and wept, said call the police, and himself went back down and fell to the floor. Three days in a coma, blood transfusions from mom and dad, survived.

The only thing I remember with my memory is a corridor in the blood and, like a mint, they shake me and require me to tell me what my name is. I replied "Maxim" and they calmed down (as Daddy later said he was afraid that I would stop talking out of shock).

All the details from the words, mom, dad, brother.

It was 1992. The bastard was convicted, sentenced to death (then there was a moratorium) in 1993 he was shot, about which we received a notification.