Chapter 12
Organizing the framing of Emil Milev by state officials
Preparation for the "testimony"
The contract cases followed one after another, and the appetites grew. This time the instructions came directly from Martin Bozhanov, who gave orders to police officers from the Main Directorate "National Police". The task was undertaken by Dimitar Zamfirov: to interrogate Genov, to extract from him testimonies against Emil Milev and to attribute the UBB bank robbery to him. The preparation for this spectacle had been ongoing for months.
Dimitar Zamfirov sat opposite Nikolay Genov and patiently, but firmly, explained to him exactly what he had to say about the robbery.
"You say that the two of them committed it. That you know they committed it."
Genov got worried. "But I don't know and there's no way for me to know what they did, there's no way for me to know."
Zamfirov looked at him with slight annoyance, but also with seeming goodwill. "You fool, you don't need to know. They bragged to you!"
The rascal Genov caught on. A sadistic smile spread across his face. "And will there be money if I remember that they told me?"
Zamfirov looked at him with a gentle gaze. He pulled out of his pocket and gave him two hundred leva. "Here, Kolyo."
"Thank you, sir!" Genov was blooming with joy. For two hundred leva he was ready for anything. "To say that Emil Milev and Martin Antov only bragged that they had committed the robbery."
Later, this "bragging" was shared with Martin the Notary. But he was relentless. He told them that this was insufficient. They had to invent something else. The scheme needed more flesh, more convincing lies.
The Scene of the Collusion
In a dimly lit room, filled with cigarette smoke and tension, several figures who called themselves prosecutors sat around the table. Next to them, waiting as a lower in rank, was the policeman Dimitar Zamfirov. The air was heavy with the newly received news – Martin Bozhanov had reported that Zamfirov had taken statements from Nikolay Genov. Statements according to which Emil Milev and Martin Antov simply "bragged" about the UBB bank robbery, and Genov had told this as a "conscientious citizen".
Prosecutor Petrov: (voice full of irritation, almost screaming into the phone) "What is this?! This cannot happen like this at all! This is no evidence whatsoever!"
The faces of those present wrinkled. From the other end of the line, from the Main Prosecutor's Office, reproaches were pouring down: "Polish things even better, properly!"
A short, agonizing silence ensued. Everyone was looking for a way out, some loophole that would turn the absurdity into "evidence".
Prosecutor Ivanov: (almost whispered, like an illumination) "Wait... Genov is not a witness to anything... but he can become a witness to the UBB bank robbery... if we provide him with the recording! And he recognizes them as perpetrators!"
Everyone burst into joyful cheers that echoed through the office. In a moment of euphoria, someone pulled out a half-empty bottle of fake whiskey. They filled the plastic coffee cups.
Prosecutor Stoyanov: (raises a cup) "Cheers! We will crush them and we will convict them!"
Screams of rock-hard laughter echoed through the room. Taunts and jokes, as their minds filled with the thought of the money. The money they were going to receive from Martin the Notary for this media spectacle.
One of them dialed the phone of Dimitar Zamfirov.
Prosecutor Dimitrov: (with a tone that brooked no objection) "Listen carefully, Zamfirov! Find the recording of the UBB bank robbery! Give it to Genov to watch! And let him recognize the perpetrators!"
Zamfirov's face was expressionless, but full submission could be read in his gaze. He already knew what he had to do. In this office, under the cover of the law, one of the most daring lies was being forged, one that would overturn lives. The presumption of innocence was thrown into the dust, and justice – sold for a stack of money and media noise. Every word, every decision, every action here was soaked in illegality, hidden behind the facade of "justice".
The Fake Identification
Dimitar Zamfirov sat opposite Nikolay Genov, holding a tray of documents. "You must recognize Emil Milev and Martin Antov as the perpetrators of the robbery," he stated unceremoniously.
The recording from the security camera started. The screen came alive with blurry footage from the bank branch.
"Here," Zamfirov pointed, "the person pushing the security guard is Martin Antov. You recognize him by the way he hits."
Genov was snorting. He agreed with joy. "I made money, boss! I will fix it!"
They forwarded the recording, to another angle. It showed the second perpetrator – short, about one meter and sixty centimeters.
"It doesn't matter at all," Zamfirov cut off, noticing Genov's confusion. "It doesn't matter at all that you thought the perpetrator was two meters tall, while he is one meter and sixty."
But Genov saw something else. The face of the perpetrator could be clearly seen through the motorcycle helmet. "This is not Emil Milev!" he exclaimed.
Zamfirov looked at him with icy determination. "You will recognize this short one with a face different from Emil Milev's face – by the way he holds the gun. You must say in your testimony that you recognize Emil Milev as the perpetrator by the way he holds a gun in his right hand in the UBB bank."
Zamfirov burst out laughing. He immediately reported to the prosecutors and to Martin the Notary what they had done. From the other side came congratulations: "Congratulations on a job well done! For the excellent witnessing and framing!"
Zamfirov and Genov burst into sadistic laughter, exulting in their own malice. Zamfirov pulled out another fifty leva and handed them to Genov.
"Thank you, boss!" Genov was blooming with joy. "Boss, boss, did you see how I fixed them? I am a champion! I am your boy! You give me money, I give testimonies. I like this job! These guys will not get out of prison! I will support the testimonies until the end!"
Genov was at the peak of happiness that he had "done the job" and had "fixed the people" for conviction.
The Celebration of the Collusion
The phone rang in the office where Dimitar Zamfirov and Nikolay Genov were rejoicing over their "success". On the other end of the line were the prosecutors and Martin the Notary himself.
Martin the Notary: (his voice is deep, filled with satisfaction) "Congratulations, Zamfirov! Great job! How did Genov do? Did he recognize?"
Dimitar Zamfirov: (hardly suppressing his exultation) "Of course, boss! Everything is exact! He recognized him by the way he holds the gun! We made it fit perfectly!"
Behind him, Genov snorted approvingly, and his face was contorted in a sadistic grimace of joy.
Prosecutor Petrov: (his voice is triumphant) "Excellent! Exactly what we needed! Now we have 'evidence' that will hold up!"
Prosecutor Ivanov: (euphorically) "Trully brilliant! I knew you would manage to polish it! Such a testimony will crush them!"
From the receiver, background noise could be heard – laughter, clinking of glasses, general cheers. Congratulations were pouring in.
Martin the Notary: (satisfied laughter) "Well done, boys! Exactly like that! For such work there will always be a reward! You deserve it!"
Dimitar Zamfirov: (his smile is wide as he looks at Genov) "No problem, boss! We are at your disposal! And Genov... he is a champion! We fixed them perfectly!"
Nikolay Genov nodded vigorously, filled with self-complacency. "Did you see, boss? I am your boy! Just tell me whom, when and where – I fix them! These guys will not get out of prison!"
Zamfirov's laughter was loud, sinister, mixed with that of Genov. This was not just a phone conversation. It was a celebration of the collusion, of the achieved goal – to concoct a contract case, to frame an innocent man and to provide "evidence", no matter how ridiculous it looked. Money, power and impunity danced in this dirty waltz, while justice was cast aside.
* Date of detention: Emil Milev was detained on November 24, 2013, during a specialized police operation on the "Hemus" highway, after four years of being wanted. This news was widely distributed by all leading media – NOVA, bTV, BNR, Vesti.bg, Actualno.com, Standartnews.com, OFFNews and others.
* Connection with "The Killers 2": Already in the first reports about the arrest, the media clearly point out that Milev is "subject to investigation by the Specialized Prosecutor's Office under 'The Killers 2' case". It is emphasized that evidence is being gathered for his participation in the robbery of the UBB branch in "Studentski Grad" on April 5, 2012. It is claimed that he acted with the group of Valyo the Wrestler, but as a "mercenary", and not as a member of the organized criminal group.
* Initial remand measure and subsequent detention:
* On November 27, 2013, the Sofia Regional Court imposed the heaviest measure "remand in custody" on Emil Milev.
* On December 6, 2013, the Sofia City Court decided definitively to release him from arrest under a written undertaking.
* Despite this, immediately after the decision of the SCC, the Specialized Prosecutor's Office detained him again for 72 hours, since there was already an indictment brought under "The Killers 2" case. This was widely covered by media such as bTV News, BNR, Actualno.com, DarikNews.bg, which accentuated the fact that "the Crocodile" would still not be released.
* at a gas station in Buhovo,
Main media that covered the event:
* Television channels: NOVA, bTV
* News sites and agencies: Vesti.bg, Actualno.com, DarikNews.bg, Novini.bg, Standartnews.com, OFFNews, BNR, BGNES.
All these publications from the end of 2013 emphasize the significance of the arrest of Emil Milev for the investigation of "The Killers 2" and the attempts of the prosecution to keep him in custody, despite conflicting court decisions.
The Night of "777 Sitnyakov": A Feast of Lawlessness and a Diabolical Plan
In the heavy, suffocating air of "The Club of Martin the Notary", better known among the initiated as "777 Sitnyakovo", the darkness seemed to swallow the last remnants of legality and morality. The luxurious interior, though already fouled by cigarette smoke and alcohol fumes, was the stage of a sinister feast. The massive crystal chandeliers, which once shone brightly, now cast a murky light on sweaty faces and relaxed bodies. The aroma of expensive perfume mixed with the stench of spilled whiskey and cigarette smoke, creating a repulsive symphony of vice.
At the large, dark wooden table, cluttered with empty bottles and stained glasses, sat prosecutors – men and women whose oaths bound them to defend justice, but who were now bathing in the swamp of their own lawlessness. Their eyes, bloodshot from alcohol and lack of sleep, flashed with sadistic satisfaction.
Dialogue of Dishonor
"To Genov! Let's drink to our Genov!", shouted one of the prosecutors, named Kamen. His voice was raspy, and his shirt, expensive silk, was stained with a dark spot. "He will save our skins, boys! Applause!"
"Applause!", bellowed another, Yordan, who could barely hold himself on the chair. "And to Zamfirov's method! Ivanov's method! A revolution, I tell you! Re-vo-lu-tion!"
One of the women, Milena, with disheveled hair and lipstick smeared on her cheeks, laughed hysterically. "Just imagine! We prove everything with a single witness! Neither documents, nor clues... only testimonies! But what testimonies, eh?"
"Oh, come on, Milenke! Don't ruin the magic!", chimed in Dimitar Zamfirov, whose eyes flashed maliciously. He was visibly soberer than the others, with the gaze of a predator planning its next move. "The magic is in simplicity. Genov will appear, he will say that everyone had bragged to him. Do you understand? 'Everyone bragged to me how they did this and that!' This is the brilliant part! No one will be able to refute it!"
"And what if he blunders?", asked Radoslav, with a visibly worried tone, while struggling to pour more whiskey into his glass. The bottle, although with a label of a 12-year-old whiskey, emitted a sour smell.
"Baba Kita took care of that!", chuckled Kamen, pointing to an elderly woman who was carelessly pouring a yellowish liquid from a large carboy. "This is not whiskey, brother. This is pure bliss! It gets drunk to the point of passing out anyone who touches it. By morning they will have forgotten even their own names, let alone Genov's 'blunders'!"
"Ha-ha! Exactly!", burst into laughter Yordan. "They won't remember even how they woke up! And Genov? He will come as a conscientious citizen, he will confess everything to us, he will tell, and we... we will just listen and write. Then he to Zamfirov, Zamfirov to us, and hop! The indictment is ready! Pure and simple like child's play!"
The sadism in their words was palpable. They enjoyed the idea of destroying lives based on lies, while they themselves sank deeper and deeper into their own filth.
The Atmosphere of Decay
Meanwhile, the drugs were flowing like a river. Small plastic bags were exchanged under the table, and white powders were snorted unceremoniously. Some of the prosecutors, relaxed on the plush sofas, had already fallen into lethargy, while others swayed under the influence of the substances, laughing at absurd jokes. Their faces were contorted by lust and greed, and their voices – a mixture of drunken ravings and vicious whispering conversations.
"The envelopes with money are in a warm place, in our pockets!", growled someone from the corner, and others snickered approvingly. The millions they were going to pocket from these dirty deals were already turning them into beasts.
Aside from the noise and bustle, Martin Bozhanov stood by one of the windows, absorbed in a quiet conversation with an imposing figure – the boss of the cartel. Their voices were low, but a cold calculation could be sensed in them. Bozhanov observed the prosecutors who were drinking themselves to the point of passing out, and a mixture of disgust and devilish satisfaction could be read in his eyes.
