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09:08 Vyacheslav Veremiy, a journalist for the "Vesti" newspaper who was killed in Kyiv, returned to work on February 18 after prolonged treatment. In January, he suffered a severe eye injury while covering clashes on Hrushevskoho Street.
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 nice 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, but this isn't politics anymore—it's just a complete disaster.
I can hardly believe that for just over a month I was at the Maidan, although even during that relatively peaceful time I didn't really feel connected to the Maidan—it's dirty, something is constantly burning (stoves, barrels, etc.), the stench from portable toilets can be smelled from dozens of meters away, people are 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, 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 no one at the Maidan would gain anything from their standing—or rather the opposite—remained quite strong.
Who could have known then what this would turn into...