My name Andrey Barkhatov. I am currently (April 2026) in Tel Aviv, in the status of a new repatriate. I will try to objectively outline the main events of the last 4 years of my life, since February 2022 in Russia, since November 2024 in Israel.
I am 60 years old. I was born in 1965 in the small town Obninsk, 100 km far from Moscow and lived in Obninsk before leaving for Israel. My father and mother arrived, shortly before my birth into Obninsk, the young city of scientists and engineers. They were in demand as technical specialists. Dad worked as an engineer, was an inventor, and then managed a small creative team engaged in the automation of technical processes. My mother was a teacher at an atomic industry university, and also engaged in social work. She was a deputy of the City Council for 4 times. Her work in a large team of that university was appreciated by the USSR State prize. Mom was kind, sympathetic, responsible and a very hard-working person. Every son should praise his mother. But I am talking about the general opinion of the people around her.
My father died quite early, in 2000. For the next 20+ years my mother and I lived together in a modest Soviet two-room apartment. We lived in a soul. Despite my mother's age, we traveled a lot together. We were in Ukraine and Belarus. I helped my mother in our garden (she was a passionate gardener). She loved cooking, collected art albums, tried to draw. Despite of her age, she lived a full life.
I tried not to talk about Putin's policy with my mother, since all this hurt her very emotionally and I was afraid for her health.
I continued my parents' life work in the engineering and technical field. I studied in Moscow, worked for a while in the capital, then returned to Obninsk. All the time I worked exclusively in engineering positions, mostly as a programmer. Basically, I worked in various research institutes of Obninsk on research projects. I have never had anything to do with state secrets. I tried to avoid secret topics and not to receive any secret information from the State.
Due to the fact that my youth fell on Perestroika, I was interested in politics. I listened Radio Liberty, then Echo of Moscow, read socio-political literature. Thanks to such political experts from Radio Liberty, who have recently become famous, such as A. Piontkovsky, V. Portnikov and others, I have learned quite a lot to understand politics freely, at least for the dilettante.
Despite my interest in socio-political information, due to my nature and lifestyle, I have never considered politics as something related to my own life. I considered myself as a quiet person. I was ready to adapt and survive to any government. I was not engaged in a political activism, did not agitate anyone. I spoke faithfully only in personal conversations or using email correspondence with close friends, but not at work or on social networks.
The only fact that is worth mentioning in this context is my one-time donation of 5 thousand rubles (less than $ 100) to the Alexei Navalny Foundation. But at that time, such transfers had not yet been made criminal by the Russian Law.
With the beginning of the Russian-Ukrainian war, in the winter-spring of 2022, I regularly wrote comments under other people's videos on YouTube. The comments were quite restrained. I did not criticize the authorities, but argued for a peace policy of ending the war as soon as possible. The most "bold" comment was this: "Guys, do you understand that you will be responsible for everything?" It seems to me that any intelligent person should remember the responsibility for murder, regardless of the motivation and circumstances.
On February 24, 20022, FSB of Russia received, apparently, the order to press the opposition in a hard way. Moreover, the tactics of terror were approved. The terror is extrajudicial physical violence. The liberal and opposition elite of Obninsk, which was a prominent intellectual center in the 50-60s of the last century, were people "over 70". They are not very convenient targets for FSB terror.
And FSB chose me, Andrei Barkhatov, as the "Obninsk hidden Navalny". I can only guess about the motivation for this decision, since I have never officially communicated with any FSB officer. But in general, the choice is quite accurate if you needed an easy target, weak, poorly rooted in a life person, that does not have serious support either in society or in the professional environment, a lonely person who is not ready for a serious struggle, who can easily be broken. At that moment, FSB apparently needed such an object of terror, on which it is convenient to test the new, high-tech terror that FSB, apparently, plans to use.
It all started in the winter-spring of 2022 with a fairly simple technology - infra-sound impact. FSB set a task for its agents to keep me awake in any location where I could sleep. Actually, this task, but also using not only infra-sound, is solving by them in over the past 4 years, as in Russia, so in Israel.
At that time, I had two places to take a rest (to sleep): my mother and I had a Soviet two-room apartment, on the 4th floor of a 9-storey brick building. And also small studio, without finishing, in a new, all-concrete house.
Infra-sound terror consists in the fact that the resonant vibrations of low frequency, below the threshold of hearing, could easily propagates in a concrete floor slab, or in the entire all-concrete structure of the building. It is perceived as painful pressure on the ears. Fall asleep at such a pressure on eardrums are impossible. In order for me to somehow sleep for a few hours, I bought the most powerful construction headphones, and put them on at night, having previously inserted earplugs into my ears. Only such enhanced sound insulation of the hearing organs is capable of, up to some extent, to dampen the very powerful pressure of the infra-sound. In fact, infra-sound device is quite primitive and cheap, no more expensive than ordinary acoustic speakers, devices.
I wrote complaints to the police, but this did not bring any result. I did not know that it is FSB. But there was the first time, I wondered why the terror against me was being carried out in such an organized, consistent and large-scale manner, in both my apartments and in the any day. I had various assumptions, including the role of FSB, but it seemed to me then that it was more like some kind of a criminal group using the FSB credentials as a cover.
Already at this early stage, all the basic principles of this scheme of the FSB terror became clear. The key executor of this and all subsequent schemes is the nearest neighbor of my apartment. In the case of my mother's Soviet two-bedroom apartment, this was the upstairs neighbor, since the concrete ceiling slab in my room is his floor. I must name this man. He is Sergey Trunov, a bastard who played a key role in the persecution of me and my mother.
Also I had a small studio where I slowly made finishing with my own hands and sometimes slept in a Spartan conditions. In that building infra sound oscillation spreads throughout the building. My studio was on the 14th floor, and the source of infra sound, as I established during the multi-night searches, was on the 10th floor. An agent spent the night there, who turned on this infra-sound "music" for me for the whole night. The house was not inhabited, but if anyone stayed by chance to spend the night, then, of course, he/she could not sleep and also walked around the stairwell, finding out with me who turned on the infra-sound.
Under this terror scheme, in this new and quite prestigious house, FSB bought up all the neighboring apartments next to mine for its agents. This is another motivation for FSB to engage in such terror: not to send people to prison, to the care of the Federal Penitentiary Service, but to process the enemies of the regime themselves, carrying out a large number of logistical activities, renting housing, providing transport, business trips, etc., in order to get good money for that activity.
The spring of 2022 has passed. This infrasonic torture, apparently, did not give the result that my tormentors were counting on. I did not leave Russia. I did not go crazy from the lack of normal sleep. I just endured. And having realized that infra-sound is not enough, they proceeded to the next stage, chemical poisoning. To do so, they had to eliminate my mother. And FSB poisoned my mother in early summer.
In mid-June 2022, coming from the garden where we worked productively (as it is possible for the 83-year-old woman), my mother felt bad. There were symptoms of poisoning - vomiting, pain throughout the gastrointestinal tract, etc. We tried self-medication, my mother did not want to go to the hospital. But the pills did not help and in the morning we called ambulance. After standing in line for many hours in traumatology, we were sent to the surgeon we already knew. He helped my mother with attacks cholelithiasis.
This surgeon, he is the only specialist who does not arouse my suspicion of working for FSB, and thanks to him, the first operation was successful. If it is possible to call successful the most difficult abdominal operation under general anesthesia for a woman suffering from many chronic diseases, heart, arthrosis, biliary, etc. True, the diagnosis, which was voiced by doctors, esophageal hernia, did not matched with the symptoms and everything that the doctors did. The doctors cleaned, flushed the gastrointestinal tract and restored its functions from poisoning.
But it was not so important to me then my mother was saved. I paid what was necessary to the doctors, and I would give everything, for my mother would be healthy!
My mother was discharged from the hospital after 10 days. And the same night, she was poisoned again. Sergey Trunov, or his accomplices, poisoned her into a pre-drilled inconspicuous hole above mother's bed. Putting a straw and at night, directly into her mouth while she slept, a poison substance in the form of an aerosol was sprayed. I slept later in this room and saw the probe being thrust through at night. All these high tech FSB technologies are just a competition in sadism and meanness with the Nazis and others monsters...
The surgeon who operated on her, he came in the morning at my request, was perplexed: "I did everything, everything was fine?" Lungs and other organs were torn away from the skeleton. In addition, there were again all the signs of poisoning (vomiting, stomach pain). I also had a chance to try the effect of very small amount of this substance – the jaw tendon broke instantly, like a thin thread.
My mother was taken to the same department for the second time and operated on for the second time under general anesthesia. Cutting and sewing her up for the second time from "throat to navel". And again, the medics did not say a clear diagnosis of what they were treated for.
This time, of course, the second abdominal operation, 83 years old, everything was worse, complications began. I tried to negotiate and transfer my mother to a good clinic, where I had acquaintances in the authorities, but they refused to take her, apparently it was too late. Mother, when she was being prepared for the second operation, began refuse to be operated, apparently understanding something with a woman's intuition. She said that she would be stabbed. At the same time, she remained in a fighting mood. She was ready to fight for life, if not for herself, then for me. She was afraid to leave me alone.
But the forces were not equal. In July, she was transported from the intensive care unit in the Obninsk hospital, in an ambulance, on Saturday evening, (when the authorities were not there), to the COVID hospital of Kaluga city. Attention! without a diagnosis of COVID! The supervisor doctor of the ambulance that was supposed to take her to Kaluga city, was curious how is it possible, to go at nightfall of Saturday without COVID diagnosis?
But I still hoped for a miracle. She endured another difficult ordeal, a trip in an intensive care vehicle for 100 km. Due to quarantine I did not have opportunity to talk to my mother anymore. Her last words, which I heard when the ambulance went to Kaluga, were - "Don't be afraid of anything!" Mom, I'm trying not to be afraid all this time!
A week later, she was gone. In the death report, diseases caused by a complication of 2 operations are written. Formulas of the substances used to kill my mother, unfortunately, remained hidden in the archives of FSB.
The main obstacle, my only closest person, was killed. But FSB was in no hurry to proceed with the next terror technology. I was given to bury my mother. They apparently watching if I would die of my own accord, of grief. But since I did not die on my own, closer to 2023, they began to poison me with gases.
Unlike infra-sound, which cannot kills, chemistry still can. Therefore, it will not be possible to just tolerate chemical contamination. Basically, chemical weapon gases and aerosols were used. Although the traditional poisoning of a food, as in the good old days, was also naturally used against me.
It is worth emphasizing once again that there is a clear chain of command in FSB: senior officers make decisions, give orders, low ranks clearly execute, do not discussing reasonableness, optimality, and so on. At the lowest level of FSB executors, no one thinks in terms in which we can discuss my case. Was it logical to carry out all these actions? Wouldn't it be more effective and economical to simply eliminate me with any of the many available FSBs ways? Executives simply do not have the right to ask these questions. Even in the army, there are more opportunities for initiative. It is not for nothing that the politolog V. Portnikov compared FSB executives with robots.
The winter of 2022-2023 turned out to be fussy for me, I tried to escape from chemical poisoning. The intensity of the terror increased markedly. I was bullied not only during the time of sleep, but also during the day, in the city, in transport, in public spaces.
This is quite an interesting, high-tech and innovative solution. It is based on the accumulation effect. Poisoning with a low concentration of substances, but continuously, for a long time, leads to fatigue of the body from toxins. Each new small dose of chemistry causes nausea, weakness and fear of not being able to endure. People around me, who may be exposed to poisonous gas in small concentrations, without experiencing general intoxication, will feel only the smell of cheap fragrance, which is added for safety. Their immune system will cope with a small dose quite well.
And so FSB agents run around with spray cans of different sizes, from the size of a can of beer, to the size of a huge canister. A large canister is need to cover a large area with a gas, as it was in Ryazan city, at the railway station, where I came to visit my relatives.
The Ryazan city railway station was a whole special operation, with dozens, perhaps up to a hundred agents, with a Federal Penitentiary Service car with a squad of a dozen guard dogs, and so on... I would felt like Gogols` Khlestakov if it would be a joke! In the station building, there was established a situation center for the object (me) to process. Through the window of the first floor of railway station building I saw men at the monitors. They were smiling at me. And they looked at the meteorological maps of the surface wind and coordinates of FSB agents with huge canisters of poisoning chemicals to cover the entire station and the station square with poisonous gas. For nothing I worked for 10 years in a meteorological organization, which is engaged in the forecast of atmospheric pollution. So, I am familiar with this technology. I was saved from an inevitable fall by the dirty toilet of the Ryazan-Moscow train, in which I locked myself in and spent all 4 hours of the road. I inhaled the aroma of a long-unwashed railway toilet, as I would inhale the aroma of a garden of roses, magnolias and other beautiful southern fragrances.
Finding myself in a situation of total chemical terror, I began to rush between Obninsk, Moscow and Ryazan, where my relatives lived. But everywhere FSB agents with chemical poisoning followed me, as if I were a cockroach or a rat.
Therefore, in the spring of 2023, as soon as the snow melted, I decided to move to a barn-type building, in our garden. This was a small unfinished shed, barely useful for living. The garden association, where our garden was located, is considered unpopular, since it is flooded every spring by the flood of the river. It makes no sense to build a permanent buildings there, because of the 2-3 meters of flood every year.
I bought a potbelly stove, built a chimney in the roof, and began to settle in this Spartan home, in which I was to spend a year and a half, before leaving for Israel. It took a lot of construction work, and in general, life becomes very difficult if you have to think about dry firewood, lack of water, toilet, etc.
But FSB did not leave me alone even in this God-forsaken garden association, service is service. They rented a house next door, and at night, the agent came with sprayer and poured chemicals into a pre-picked hole. I had to go out to get food and wash, and I couldn't keep watch over the garden all the time. Naturally, I found their scheme and tried to shut down, and they tirelessly invented a new one. This countryside life took me a year and a half.
At some point, they got tired of this meaningless clowning. Neither to make money on garden houses that cost anything, nor to arrange business trips, nothing. They had to clear the passage to their house from snow. For the first and last time, someone cleaned the driveways in our society, where we had this garden for 40 years.
Finally, FSB decided to kick me out of the country. I was given documents that I "lost", and in fact, simply left to the agents from external surveillance. And I became to consider a possible departure.
I remembered that my grandmother, Gurvich (Ioffe) Anna Abramovna, a Jew according to the Halakha, and I, as a grandson (she is my father's mother), have the right to ask Israel for repatriation. At the end of September, 2 weeks before the 7 of October terrorist attack, I signed a contract to search for my Jewish ancestry with a well-known Moscow company.
FSB officers were deciding for some time whether to allow me to go to Israel or not. Apparently, Armenia or Georgia would be more convenient for them. In this Moscow firm I changed 4 managers for repatriation. At a certain point, the general manager said that he was ready to return my money. But, as I would left stayed in the garden, FSB finally allow me to go to Israel. I passed the interview and received an open visa to Israel until mid-November 2024.
Would I be able to do something in Russia? To achieve at least some solution to my issue that would suit FSB without leaving the country? Unlikely. I wrote application to the Prosecutor General's Office. The prosecutor's officer in the main reception office of the country, without being surprised or asking anything, simply put a stamp on the paper and said nothing. He had realized that everything was useless. By the way, this application(the paper) to the General Prosecutor's office then disappeared from my bank safe deposit box. They wouldn't give me to do anything. And if I would anger FSB, they would have just beaten me hard, and not just like it was supposed to be on duty.
I have not worked, and having no salary since the beginning of 2023. Until November 2024, I have tried to sell my mother's 2 room apartment, since I had sold my small studio earlier. But unlike the studio, which sold out without any problems, I have not been able to sell it. Problems constantly arose, I reduced the price to half a million rubles below the market, and there were no buyers. When the buyer appeared, he began to put forward some strange demands, completely untypical in standard situation. It became clear that FSB did not want me to receive this money, and I wrote a power of attorney for my cousin and left for Israel.
I came to Israel as a repatriate, in fact, deceiving Israeli officials and not telling them about my problems with FSB. But really I didn't know that in Israel everything will continue. I hoped that the torture is ended and the life from scratch awaits me. As the head of a well-known media outlet in Tel Aviv said, "You brought FSB into Israel on your tail." This is not entirely true. There were enough FSB officers in Israel, even without me. At any levels and any structures of the state. But yes, I agree with the respected and informed guy, I have become a bit of a problem for the Israel security service.
I arrived in Ben Gurion in early November 2024 and decided to look around and understand where to go next. As soon as I rented an apartment in Tel Aviv, it immediately turned out that this scheme with gas terror through the nearest neighbors, is easily restored in the beautiful land of Israel. They also began to poison me with chemistry and infra-sound through the neighbors upstairs.
On the first day at the apartment in Tel Aviv, I went up to the neighbor upstairs, most likely she was Russian, but answered in English, and tearfully asked to stop to poison an old, suffering person(me). She laughed in my face and continued the torture the next night. I got up at night and knocked loudly on her door. Outside the door they shrieked and fell silent. I returned to my floor. After some time, the police arrived. Police was called by some residents, not that lady. This lady did not come out into the courtyard to the police, who arrived under her windows with a siren and a flashing light. So I realized that these were the same FSB agents and they had an order to avoid police reporting.
Since then, in any rented housing in Israel, I once check the reaction to the conflict of these agents paid by FSB. I went to a domestic conflict. In a regular situation, such a provocation automatically leads to a call to the police. Agents, having orders to avoid the police, begin to use pressure schemes through owners of the apartment or simply does not respond to my provocations.
At my first Tel Aviv apartment in Israel, this was exactly what happened. In the morning the owner of the apartment have come and told me to get out right now. We went to the bank, it returned all my money paid for 9 months, withholding 2.5 thousand shekels of commission. And kicked me out Friday afternoon, looking for another place to live.
I decided to go on the run, because in any difficult situation I choose to run. At first, I decided to get to Haifa, and then get my bearings. That ride was coincided with military situation and my complete ignorance of local realities. But somehow, with great difficulty, I got to the hostel in Haifa.
The hostel in Haifa turned out to be packed with agents, like Haifa itself. And although the city seemed pretty, I decided not to stay in it, but to look for some village with a small house, like my garden shed, to sit out there.
Such a house was available for the rent in the village of Kela Alon, on the Golan Heights. In general, the right idea, was poorly implemented by me, as always. I didn't take into account what was necessary. Not only the building should be separate, but the entire perimeter should be completely controlled by me. In Kela, the back of the house opened into a fenced a neighbor's courtyard that I had no access to. This is where the gas terror came from.
I had lived in Kela for almost 3 winter, the coldest months. I traveled all over the North. Went to police stations and left complaints about the actions of FSB. He visited Katzrin, Kiryat Shmona, Tiberias, Safed and Afula. Everywhere a police officer politely took my paper, but when got to the abbreviation FSB, suddenly changed the faces and said that this problem would be solved by a Russian-speaking officer, but he is not there now, and so on ... Then, FSB having already realized that doing so, they was firing at its own agents, so laboriously infiltrated into the Israeli police. Then they simply silently put a stamp and chased me away.
By the way, the last visit to the Tel Aviv police, in 2026, and generally reminded me of my visits to the Obninsk police in 2022. An Israeli female investigator shamefully averted her eyes when some Russian-speaking policeman, who happened to be nearby, explained that I should not complain to the police any more.
Israel is a small country and there is nowhere to run. On the other hand, I looked at the North, walked in the mountains, breathed in the mountain air, admired the view of the soaring falcon in the transparent mountain sky against the background of the sunset. In addition, in the Golan, where there are no tourists and not so many Russian-speakers, it becomes clear the scale of penetration of FSB into Israeli life. It's one thing to hire a random Russian-speaking person in Tel Aviv to do agent work, but it's another thing to find Hebrew native family with a child, like my neighbors in Kela, which will be in full force, except, I hope, the child, to perform various errands, from the gas terror to surveillance.
Since I was completely dependent on the bus service, FSB officers carried out a special operation to make it as difficult as possible for me to travel by bus. Firstly, they began to manage the issuance of the Google Map application, which gives bus routes to the place of interest. They began to change the route numbers, and in many cases, hide the place itself. They also did the same with some other apps.
Secondly, they learned to charge me double the fare for a ride. When the ticket was attached to the terminal, it debited money, but did not register the trip, but gave an error. When I attached the ticket for the second time, it gets the money for the second time. All this was seen by bus drivers, and perhaps some of them were aware of this scheme.
Several times I went to Haifa, to the office of a transport company, and complained. The man, the head of the office, could not understand what was happening for a long time. Several times he changed my travel card, then even once returned the money for one trip. Although there were several dozen such cases and they were all in his computer.
I outline in detail this special operation of FSB, not because it caused severe damage to me. I eventually got used to these inconveniences. This shows how much FSB is involved in my story and spares no effort to wear me down, even on not so important issue as bus travel.
I realized that I needed to return to the center of the country, since the Golan is not a solution to the problem and returned to Tel Aviv.
Tel Aviv is the most beautiful city, after my own Obninsk! But at first, FSB officers were very unhappy that I returned to the center and could complain to the authorities. Although I, as always, did not do this, hoping that "it will go away by itself".
I returned to Tel Aviv in mid-February 2025, rented a small room in a very budget house, on HaAliyah Street. Naturally, along with me, there appeared agents. They began to poison me with gas. As usual, there was a very dense surveillance in the city. I began to notice in the surveillance agents familiar from the Golan and even a FSB agent from Obninsk!
In order to minimize gas poisoning, I adapted to sleep under the constant blowing of a fan. At the same time, the front door to this small apartment left open so that the gas was blown out into the stairwell. FSB, accordingly, could not poison me too much, because then the concentration of their gas in the stairwell would become noticeable. In Russia, they wouldn't worry much about it, but in Israel it worked.
After several unsuccessful attempts to complain, I stopped going to the authorities. It became clear that my original plan to reach out to the Shin Bet so that they took care of my problem - did not work. Shin Bet was already aware of everything, but had some agreements with FSB and worked, sometimes against me, when Shin Bet had to fulfill the requests of FSB.
For example, the Deputy Security of the Tel Aviv office of the Ministry of Aliyah and Immigrant Absorption, persistently offered to undergo an examination on my mental health. This is exactly what FSB was striving for! Why the Israeli ministry, which should be engaged in the integration of new immigrants into the society, to help start working for the good of the State of Israel, persistently, if not to say intrusively, offers to put the repatriate on disability? (Separate the question is that this would hardly have happened, but FSB would have had an excuse that some psycho was going around complaining, so he turned to the doctors). This simple schema — this is how FSB weaves its spy networks in Israel.
I lived on HaAliyah for 4 months of spring-summer 2025, without working, taking walks around beautiful Tel Aviv city. At the beginning of summer, my cousin, with his wife and a child have come visit to Israel and brought me the money from my Obninsk apartment sold. It became easier with money and I decided to rent an appartment for a year.
The first attempt was to find something like a separate building. I found one in Netanya, called and went. And ran into a special operation of FSB. First the owner stopped answering calls and I could hardly find the address, although we agreed that I was going. Then, after a whole day of waiting, I finally paid the contract and received the keys. But it suddenly turned out that the neighboring non-residential premises, some kind of workshop, were suddenly occupied by a relative of the owner. Who began to poison me with a gas. All these people are Hebrew-speaking indigenous citizens, not some random people. When I tried to sort things out with this young man, the owner began to separate us, not to call the police. Then I asked for the opportunity to go to sleep in the garden, on some broken sun lounger, where I spent the night. In the morning, having understood, that the terror scheme is problematic, the owner returned my money and terminate the contract. FSB spared no expense and effort not to give me to get away from daily gas poisoning.
My next residence, and so far the last, is a loft on the third (last) floor with a large balcony in the HaTikva. It turned out that the absence of a neighbor upstairs is not an obstacle to organize chemical terror on me. Which has been taking place from mid-summer 2025 to the present day.
Apparently, my rank as an object of terror in FSB has now risen to a maximum. The most advanced technologies are applied to me, such as electro-magnetic guns, with which FSB officers shot me in the head. This led to a knockdown effect, dizziness and headaches.
Once, when I was going to the Employment Fund (Tasuku), which is located in the same building as the Ministry of Internal Affairs, FSB officers thought that I was going to complain to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and shot me from an electromagnetic gun to my knee.
I am 60 years old. For 4 years I have been living in constant stress, my immune system, heart, kidneys, liver, are constantly fighting the toxins that FSB pours on me. I pray to God that all this will end someday.