Саша Шанс получил выстрел в голову после публикации в газете фактов отступничества «епископов»

· Adam Bondaruk, Documents, Nikolay Kotyakov, Slavik Radchuk, Contemporary Persecution

After the publication in the newspaper “SHANS” of documents exposing the anti-Christian, sinful Pentecostal mafia in the USA, the Union of Christians of Evangelical Faith of America (West) declared war on the newspaper, using the most unpredictable methods.

The editor of the newspaper “SHANS,” Sasha Shans, was shot in the head, which is typical of so-called contract killings. With a head wound, Sasha Shans was taken to the hospital. Only by the grace of God, the bullet did not hit any vital tissues of the head or brain. Sasha Shans was granted the mercy to survive.

The American police of the state of Washington opened a criminal case. An investigation was conducted…

Below are documents of prohibitions and threats from interested structures hostile to the victim Sasha Shans.

May 2002

The editorial office of “Shans” continues to receive responses regarding the latest publications. Mostly, everyone who called “Shans” thanked the editorial staff for the courage to publish documents about matters that had not been openly discussed before.

Many believe that the existing problems are directly connected to the fact that among the pastors and “bishops” who came from the Soviet Union there are traitors with bad pasts. Other readers named pastors by name who persecuted believers for wanting to leave the former USSR, while they themselves, as soon as the opportunity arose, abandoned their flock and, having arrived in the USA, are successfully developing a “religious business.”

Many responses came regarding pastors who collaborated with the KGB, who were registered with the “AUCECB,” who traveled abroad during Soviet times for study, business, or private trips. There was a call from an elderly pastor who was once in the “AUCECB” but repented. In particular, he said: “If someone says that he was in the ‘AUCECB’ and did not write denunciations—do not believe it. It is impossible to sit up to your ears in filth and not get dirty.”

People also called saying: “Everything you publish is the truth, but why air dirty laundry in public? After all, ‘Shans’ is read by non-believers too. And what will they think of us? In our opinion, it is better that they learn about the problems of the Slavic community from ‘Shans’ publications than from the crime chronicles of American newspapers, as happened with the Catholics.”

Not all responses were favorable. Presbyter Bondaruk from the Church of Bethany, V. Lashchuk, in a telephone conversation threatened “Shans” with a lawsuit for slander, only he could not clearly explain what slander he found in our publications. Apparently, it is the document from the Slavic Church “Bethesda” in Vancouver about the behavior of Bishop Nikolai Kotyakov, who ordained Bondaruk as a bishop.

And completely unexpected was the reaction of Peter Saenko. He used physical force to hold our publisher Alexander Shans in a closed office in his church for 40 minutes. Thus Peter Moiseevich tried to prevent the distribution of “Shans.” Saenko was also ordained as a bishop by Nikolai Kotyakov.

Yes, indeed, “Shans” published a document submitted to the editorial office by the presiding bishop Peter Alekseevich Razumovsky, from which it is clear that the ordination of Saenko and Bondaruk is not lawful and is not recognized by other bishops.

However, we have repeatedly announced that “Shans” is a commercial publication and is ready to publish any refutation if it is offered to “Shans” for publication on a commercial advertising basis. But no refutations from Saenko and Bondaruk were sent to us.

Their response was unworthy actions, which decent people do not use, even more so, Christians of Evangelical Faith. To put “Shans” out of business, letters were sent to all our advertisers forbidding the distribution of “Shans” in churches that are part of Peter Saenko’s association. The purpose of these letters is obvious—to persuade advertisers not to advertise in “Shans.”

Moreover, unknown persons began calling the “Shans” editorial office with threats of an outright criminal nature. An anonymous caller, who introduced himself as a member of Stepan Kaseniuk’s church, threatened to “break our legs.” Through email, unknown senders started infecting the editorial computer with viruses.

Every day, from different cities of the United States, Ukraine, Belarus, the republics of Central Asia, we receive 20 to 30 letters infected with computer viruses.

We ask all readers to pray that we are not destroyed and that our “Shans” continues to serve people. We are hated for divulging “church secrets.”

But today we live in a country founded by people who once became refugees because the church authorities forbade them to read the Bible.

In this country, thank God, there is freedom of speech, and if the hooligan actions against “Shans” do not stop, we will be forced to appeal to the authorities of the United States for protection.

creativity of our readers

The Adventures of the Pot-Bellied Cat Kotyak

There once lived a black cat in the Ukrainian SSR with the imposing nickname “Solid Size.” He had a reputation as a bon vivant in feline circles — In gateways, in empty attics… At a cat feast one fine day, Suddenly “Solid’s” bass boomed out: “My dear kittens, I address you with feelings of love — Pass the hat and bring me a sack of ten‑kopeck pieces!… You see, an old pal of mine, Who lives abroad, Has suddenly dreamed of becoming the Chief Cat. I must travel to him. I hold my paw at the ready. I’ll swiftly raise him myself — Well, at least to the rank of colonel.” Having gathered the bribe, our “Solid Size” In the humble role of missionary Sets off across the ocean To elevate the would‑be candidate. He deceived everyone gathered here, Announcing that there is a Resolution From Ukrainian and Russian pillars Concerning the local cats. And, citing an imaginary Decree, He straightaway promoted a major to colonel! With a wave of his paw, He conveyed power and spirit to him. While touring the USA, The feline soul was amazed: “So many Strip‑Cabarets here! I must move here!” And lo and behold! In barely a year Our cat had his documents in order. And “Solid Size” forsook his Ukrainian square for good. Yet, alas, no one can grasp it! Not even them — the FBI, the CIA: How on earth in such a short span Could he get his papers sorted?! Dropping anchor in wooded spots, He began to spread dread and fear. And he fleeced the trusting local brothers Of a dozen grand. Five grand he put in his pocket — the sum for the cat he’d raised To the rank of sub‑colonel, Without asking anyone, Spitting on the human collective. Thus, having scraped together a bit, Our “Solid Size” — Goliath, Set off on a journey through strip‑joint spots — To inhale lustful incense.

Cat Ivancyk — his Susanin,Stripped “Solid” of his sweater and tights And dispatched him to the antechamber of debauchery, Where he himself sometimes lingered. After purring in the antechamber an hour, The cat “Solid Size” did not fade. Five more visits he made, Until he fell into our lens. This photo‑fact‑document of ours We are ready to supply to Tacoma and to Kent, To California and Oregon — Just give us a ring… The lustful “Solid Size” Watched a good hundred pornographic films. For him this devilish poison Was like incense, balm, fragrance. He sat for hours, blissed out. And to blind kittens he proposed To study together down to the skin The method, style and wiles of the foe. The kitty‑cat sank utterly, Became a living specimen of debauchery! And far and wide through the states Spread slander about “Solid Size”. To Vancouver the Bandit‑Colonel speeds. He wants to hide his anxious mien: “If Solid gets done in, It will rebound on me to the full! For from his paw, from his paw, That great rank was given to me! If the fornicator’s essence is uncovered — They could boot me out of my post.” He summoned Tsybulsky, Who bore sin on his soul Since ancient Soviet times. (He had been a companion in a “firm”). And to the lackey the order is given: “You must toil for us. Put the experience of all past deeds to work, You must whitewash ‘Solid’!” The lackey meowed sharply: “Will do!” And saluted the high guest. He urgently took the Case under control, But tangled and hushed it up. And “Solid Size” grew brazen, He decided to seize our lot. And then to oust the Colonel, Continuing his path to general. But suddenly the timid folk rose up, Showed the cat the door. “Solid” meowed in fury And bolted, having taken the bit between his teeth.

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