I have striving to sadistic violence
But I make good impression upon associates
They do not surmise about my second life
In which I am a [bad word] killer partitioning corpses

I find individual approach to those who then will be absorbed by woodland belt
To the hungry I give food
To the frozen – Heat
To the despaired - Hope
To the tired - The rest

I promise everyone what at this moment is the most necessary for them
And a near by just a walk through that woodland belt and at once... 
But on this woodland belt everyone is waited by the death -
Severe, painful, inspiring horror

Where is such horrifying duplicity from? 
What can explain this inhuman condition of consciousness?