Scam report about Julia Kozlova

First name:  Julia
Last name:  Kozlova
Age:  20
Location:  Mariupol, Ukraine
Address:  Óë. 9-îé Àâèàäèâèçèè 32/87
Phone:  +380 (93) 7500222 +380 (97) 9186716
Email:  n/a
On websites:  dating sites
Report:  >Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 03:00:05 -0700 (PDT) >From: Cliff Cordy >Subject: #85001 - It gets worse >To: Lori Anne Peters >Cc: John Adams > >19 July 07 > >Hi Lori Anne, > I thought it couldnt get any worse. How wrong I was! Roman was > supposed to meet me at the apartment at 11 and give me back the $60 > unused rent payment and $40 deposit. At 12 I called Roman. He said he > was busy. I told him I would leave at 1 PM with the apartment key unless > he gave me back the deposit and rent for a day. At 12:30, Yulia and > Michael were at my door. Michael demanded the key. I told him only when > I get 500 Hrivna. Michael left. Yulia stayed to watch me. At 1 I > left. Unfortunately, I let Yulia delay me about 5 minutes. Yulia was in > a panic on the phone with Roman. On the street, Michael tried to stop > me, unsuccessfully. Before I got significantly away from the apartment, > Roman showed up. He demanded the keys. I demanded the 500 Hrivna. He > refused. I walked away. He drove past me, stopped, got out, and > demanded the key. I kept walking. He and Michael got in front of me and > asked me to get in the car and he would take me to the apartment owner > and get the refund. I got in but refused to put anything in the > trunk. The back doors had been set so they could not be opened from the > inside. The handles had been removed from the window crank. I was > trapped. When we went to Feodosiya, I noticed the handles were > removed. Now I understood why. Obviously Im not the first person they > have abducted. I started screaming for the police. They leaned over the > seat backs and beat on me a while. I continued screaming for the >police. When they turned around to drive, I got out a pen and paper so I >could write down the license number if I got out of the car alive. This >panicked them. They both came over the seat and very forcefully tried to >remove the pen and paper. For some reason they >were more interested in the paper. I jammed the pen into Romans >ribs. That caused him to leave me alone. Michael continued wrestling >with me, but never got the pen or paper, although the paper was pretty >much destroyed. It happened to be the scrap of paper I had Romans phone >numbers on, so it was fortunate I managed to keep it. Roman drove. I >screamed. People ignored me. Roman got out his gun, which I had also >seen in Feodosiya. We got some km out into the country. He drove into a >field behind a dense row of trees, stopped, pointed his gun at me and >demanded the keys. He knew where he was taking me. He clearly has done >this before. I gave him the keys. He gave me 200 Hrivna. Later he told >the police that I had willingly exchanged the 200 Hrivna for the keys and >that he had never threatened me with his gun. He drove me back to the >highway and opened the door so I could get out of the car. Without being >obvious about it. I walked far enough forward to see his front license >plate before I put on my packs. Remember, I already reported he did not >have a back license plate. This is a car designed and used by >gangsters. As he left, I wrote down his license number on the rag of >paper I had left. > I had to walk back to Mariupol because nobody, including a police car > and an ambulance (widely separated vehicles) would stop despite my > frantic waving. At the first sign of civilization (a beer warehouse), I > stopped and they seem to have called the police, who never came. A half > hour later, I started walking again. I walked back to near the apartment > and went into a mobile phone store with a proprietor I knew spoke > English. I called the US consulate in Kiev, which was a waste of time, > as always. I called the police again. Soon they came, talked to the > proprietor (who I had told my story to already) and drove me to the > police station. Now Im at the police station, where NOBODY speaks > English. Ive tried to get them to go to the internet place, 500 meters > away, where we could communicate with a translator. They seem to agree, > but I cant get them to go. Battery is almost dead. I cant find an > electrical outlet with electricity in the building. (I have > electricity.) Police just asked if car windows are black. Yes. Now I > realize that is part of the reason nobody reacted to my calls for > help. They couldnt see me. > Because I had the license number the police had all three of them at > the police station within a few hours. The police tried to talk me into > doing nothing. They said none of them had committed a crime. I said > they had beaten me, held me prisoner, and threatened me with a gun. All > three are crimes. Later I realized that just having a gun in the car is > probably a crime in Ukraine. The police browbeat them >into refunding the unused $60 rent. The police didnt want to do >anything. It took 9 hours, but I finally got a formal complaint >filed. At midnight they said I had to stay overnight and go to a clinic >in the morning. They arranged an apartment for me, $10, near the police >station, less than 1 km from the center. (The apartment for which Roman >was taking $60 was 3 km from the center.) > Next morning the police picked me up at 8:30 as scheduled. They took > me to the police station and copied my passport. Then they told me to > wait a minute. At 9:30, a guy from yesterday walked nearby. I knew he > understood some English. I stopped and asked him why nobody took me to > the clinic.

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