Marina Istomina, Russia
In the Spring of 2003, three people were killed in one of the suburbs of the small Siberian city of Ust-Kut. The target was the leader of a local organised crime group and was known as “the King”. The attackers, who were never found, opened fire on two cars travelling along a deserted highway. My stepfather could have been in the car but he returned home early.
The King was the “protector” of many people out in the provinces with a population of 40 million people, including the business of my parents. With his death, the local authorities lost their particular standing and the city became numb. I began to live with the feeling that death was approaching.
This series of photographs is a reconstruction of events. I return to the city of my childhood, to the house where I lived with my parents. Arriving at the scene of the murder, I become an imaginary witness of the crime, recreating the scene according to my memories, the tales told by my stepfather and people close by.