The Terror of Perm: A Fiend’s Impending Return to the Streets

I have walked the darkest alleys and shared a pot of ale with the lowest rogues, but some creatures are too foul even for the dens of the destitute. We speak of one Dmitry Tambasov, a man whose crimes would make a seasoned Scotland Yard detective shudder. In the early years of the new century, this brute turned the capital of the Perm region into his own private hunting ground, prey upon innocent girls with a cruelty that defies description.

He was nabbed by the law in 2003. Initially, the magistrates cast him into a cell for seven and a half years for his heinous assaults. But the plot thickened, as it always does in these grim affairs. By 2008, the authorities squeezed a confession from him for four cold-blooded murders. The court, in a fit of righteous fury, sentenced the wretch to linger in prison for the remainder of his natural life.

Yet, mark how the wheels of justice can turn in strange directions! The fellow's solicitors—clever devils—began to argue. They claimed the fingerprint found at the scene was a forgery and that the confessions were mere dictations from the investigators. In the end, the High Court softened the blow, commuting his life sentence to a mere twenty-five years, counting back to the day of his first arrest.

Thus, this 'Permian Chikatilo' is now counting the days. He languishes in the bleak walls of the Gubakha colony, where the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and despair. While he has never dared to petition for early parole, the scoundrel has frequently beseeched the court to move him to a more lenient settlement colony. The judges, thank heavens, have remained steadfast in their refusals.

But the clock ticks on. By the summer of 2028, when he has reached his fortieth year, the gates shall swing open. A man of such darkness will once again mingle with the honest folk, and the city must wonder if the constable's watch will be enough to keep the peace.