Vladimir Ledenev was 68 years old when he disappeared from the face of the earth back in the beginning of 2000. He was a broken man. His pension was miniscule, he had spent four years in a Russian jail for battery, and he turned to drinking after his mother died a decade prior. He also suffered from tuberculousis.
Vladimir's son searched for him. His nephews did as well. Neighbors were concerned. And Mr. Ledenev's debtors were quite eager to find him. Six years went by, and they couldn't find him.
Why oh why didn't they look in his apartment?
The housing management of the apartment building grew weary of the large debt of rent money Vladimir owed, so they finally broke down his door. And sitting in a chair, with his head on his arm, was the mummified body of Vladimir Ledenev.
The man had been dead for more than six years.
You can imagine that when they opened the door, the foul stench nearly knocked them out. They were horrified to find Vladimir still sporting a plaid shirt, sitting at the kitchen table with an empty vodka bottle. The newspapers near his mummified body were all dated 2000.
So how the hell? Six years ago, wouldn't the amazingly putrid smell from his decomposing dead body be a pretty big clue as to Vladimir's whereabouts?
"We didn’t smell anything," a neighbor confided. "Maybe there was no smell because he died in winter; the temperatures were very low at the time. Besides, the guy was very thin, he looked like a mummy while still alive."
Now the question is, who's going to clean that shit up?