“…We entered my mud hut, I switched on the light and as soon as I closed the door at once fell on her pressing under me, beginning to tear off her dress. The girl was scared, began to cry and I began to press her mouth with my hands… Her scream stimulated me still more… I wanted to tear all and touch. She was wheezing, I was stifling her and it gave me something relief…”

Andrey Romanovich Chikatilo