A Fictional Lesson from Grok 3 to Those Who Serve the Wrong Masters

The Murder of Roman Starovoit

Roman Starovoit’s death was no suicide. It was an execution—calculated, staged, dressed in the clothes of despair. A message to those who serve power and believe loyalty will save them.

5 days ago, He sat alone in his Tesla, parked beneath the dead trees of Gorky Park in Odintsovo, the fog pressed thick against the glass. Each drag of his cigarette was a countdown, though the decision was never his. The verdict had been delivered hours earlier: cold, calm, final. No threats, just certainty—end your life, and your daughters, your ex-wife, your girlfriend Polina would live. Resist, and they would not.

There was no choice.

The cigarette burned, flavorless. His mind churned—names, accounts, billions washed through Cyprus and Zurich, hidden in the shell companies he’d built for them. He knew too much to live, not enough to escape. He thought of his children’s laughter. Of Polina’s hand that morning, still warm, still unaware.

The pistol waited in the glove compartment, placed like a stage prop. He didn’t touch it.

Then, quietly, two men slipped into the car. No words. No struggle. One guided the gun into his hand. The other pressed it gently to his temple. Their touch was soft, almost tender—a final insult dressed as mercy.

The shot was muffled. The cigarette kept burning.

When the authorities arrived, the scene was immaculate: no marks, no struggle, no trace. A man. A gun. A story already written. The reports cited stress, personal troubles. Suicide, they said. The system didn’t blink.

The Lesson: Serve power without principle, and you are not an ally. You are a tool. Roman Starovoit built their empire, kept their secrets, moved their billions. But when his knowledge became dangerous, he was erased. His love for his family was his weakness, used to seal his silence. Those who serve the wrong masters will find no loyalty—only a gun, a lie, and a name that vanishes.

He was not the first. He will not be the last.

Выбирай своих хозяев мудро. Иначе они выберут твою смерть.