Savestin, a child victim of Bulgarian corruption

Todor Deyanov has seen his 8-years-old son for the last time on May 6, 1997 when he left with his friend Denis, to play football in front of the house. Three weeks later, Bulgarian police officers warned Savestin's father: if he was exposing them again to the press, they would build a cabal that would "crush" him...

Little before the kidnapping, men came at the home of little Denis, whose mother is a prostitute, adopted by her boyfriend, Djahamgiri Dariouche. Born in 1967 in Iran, Dariouche had emigrated in the Nineties in Bulgaria, where he was imprisoned for heroin traffic in 1995. One of the men had put a gun into the mouth of Denis and requested "the merchandise". Dariouche then gave them an envelope of a white powder.

The Iranian gangster was imprisoned the day after the kidnapping of Savestin, for heroin traffic. His former partners returned to his place the very same day, looking for the drug, but they did not find anything, according to Denis. They obviously made a deal with his mother, to compensate them from the theft of Dariouche. As from the autumn, the mother of Denis left for prostitution in Poland, then in Italy, leaving her son to his grandmother. The market possibly included to prostitute Savestin instead of Denis, which was to ensure the lies of the unique witness of the kidnapping.

Yellow Trabant

Denis first said that he did not know Savestin, his clasmate. Then, he said Salvestin had fallen into the river, while trying to get his football, but the river was too low to drown at that place. Denis changed the version twice again, before telling one of his friends that on May 6, men had pushed his friend into a car, a yellow "Trabant", but that him-self had managed to run away.

L'enfant se serait noyé en allant chercher son ballon dans cette rivière, a voulu confirmer la police

Todor Deyanov has then discovered the traditional sabotage of the investigations related to the interests of the mafia. The magistrates did not question Djahamgiri Dariouche on the obvious links between his angry partners in crime and the kidnapping aiming at both children. Dariouche was gunned down in 1999, three weeks after being released from prison, at the expiry of his sentence.

Todor Deyanov was treated as the n°1 public ennemi in Bulgaria. Parts of the dossier were falsified and the investigations was directed to close the case among the mysterious disappearances. Inconsolable for the loss of his son, Todor Deyanov, has prosecuted the Bulgarian State for the sabotage of the enquiry. Bulgaria recognized its lays, but the Prime minister wanted to limit the moral damages 2.50-€.

The European institutions only gave Todor Deyanov the traditional pro format answers on the "improvements of the legislation" related to the fight children' sexual exploitation, but not on the corruption which makes obstacle to the application of these laws.

In 2006, Todor Deyanov came in Brussels with the intention to commit suicide by immolation in front of the European Parliament. Bridget Czarnota has been delegated to dissuade him. Parliament, assisted by Child Focus, then threw the traditional window dressing: the famous "guidelines" that no country are obliged to respect.


Savestin Deyanov à 8 ans, et portrait vieilli par procédé informatique. Né le 22 septembre 1988 en Bulgarie,

In 2009, the European Parliament continues to censor all petitions which require member countries to answer of the violation of international laws, through the "crushing cabals" built-up by police under the protection of magistrates, with the effect of promoting the interests of mafias. Censorship is the arbitrary or doctrinal limitation of the right to information, which is therefore convenient to the practice of false excuses to deny petitioners their right to public treatment of questions they ask.

In 2009, Savestin is 21 years old, and is probably still exploited by a prostitution network, without knowing how to get away. Many victims no more dare to return to their parents after having passed through that. Shame, they say.