The car Veremiy was traveling in was pelted with Molotov cocktails. Then the journalist was dragged from the vehicle, beaten, and shot dead.

Apparently this pleasant guy really interfered with freedom in Ukraine; I'm just floored by how easy it is these days to manipulate people and degrade their consciousness to a basic level of development in just a few months through provocations and agitation.
P.S. I can't stand politics, and talking about it even more so, but this isn't politics anymore—it's just a complete disaster.
I can hardly believe I spent just over a month on the Maidan, although even during that relatively peaceful time I didn't really feel for the Maidan—it was dirty, something was constantly burning (stoves, barrels, etc.), the stench from the portable toilets could be smelled from dozens of meters away, people were just stupidly sitting and drinking in their tents, and it would be one thing if this were the working class, or any other class, but damn, these are just, excuse me, yesterday's homeless people, bums who were brought to the Maidan, given a roof over their heads, a stove, fed, and then brought a bottle of booze in the evening; of course there were 16-year-old kids and elderly couples painted in the colors of the national flag, but the impression that none of the people on the Maidan would gain anything from their standing, but rather the opposite, remained quite strong.
Who knew then what this would turn into...