Mugged in Kazakhstan Part I

I had been out partying with some friends and they got wasted and had to go home early so I went to this Disco. I always had a good time at the “Pilot”…. So, I thought that this night wouldn’t be any different. I met up with this local lass who seemed interesting enough but she kept saying let’s go back to the Billiards room. Every time we went back there was some purchase made which required me to pay, of course. At one point some guy walked up and stared directly at the table and then me and walked away. I thought nothing of it. When we left the billiards room to go back to the dancing area some guy pulled the chick away down a dark hall and held her by the arm and was saying something to her that was not very friendly. I went on to the Dance area.

I left about 3:30 and proceeded to walk home two blocks away. Just before I got to my building three guys jumped me and knocked me to the ground. I tried to get up and fight but they kept hitting me in the head and face so I figured it was useless to fight and they wanted to rob me. So I yelled OK, OK. And laid down and yelled OK again. One of them kept kicking me in the head every now and then while the other two relieved me of my rings, watch and money. They even tore my jacket off. All of a sudden they ran away.

I heard some footsteps running in their direction. Since it was below freezing and I was wet and now had no shirt on I decided it was time to get the cops and/or get out of there.

I tried to get cars to stop and help but they just drove on by so I decided to return back to the disco for help. My ankle was damaged from the fall and I had a cut on my brow that was losing blood so I limped back to the disco and there were a couple of cops out in front who called me over. We talked and I told them what happened and a friend came over and translated into Russian or Kazak. I’m not sure because I couldn’t tell the difference.

The cops took me to the station and did all the usual paperwork and then took me to the hospital and they checked me out and told me that I needed Medical attention… Duh.

I called this hotel I knew and explained the situation and they let me stay the night even though I had no money or ID but I was American so they figured I was legit.

When I went to sleep my head was pounding and blood still coming from the wound to my brow. I finally got back home the next day. The cops had found someone in the building that had a key to my apartment and when I arrived a locksmith came about five minutes later. I called the school and told them what happened. They came and took me to the Hospital for treatment. I knew it was serious because everyone that looked at my face and eyes had a wincing look that said, “Crap! What happened to you?”

They took X-Rays and all the other stuff and put me in the FREE Poor Peoples section of the Hospital. My head hurt like a Witch with a Capital B, my shoulder hurt and my ankle was killing me. I just lay in the bed, which was about a 1” mattress on a board on springs like the bunks beds you would see at Summer Camp, I knew that I, personally…. was in deep Squat.

What went on in the hospital is another story. Remarkable really.

Did the chick set me up?
What happened at the Hospital?
Would the cops catch the criminals?

Stay tuned for Part II.