Kari S. Tikka - Death

Death

Tikka was found dead in his apartment on 28 May 2006. He was 61 years old at the time. Police investigations revealed that he had been the victim of a homicide. The night before his death, Tikka had left a gay nightclub called DTM on Iso-Roobertinkatu, Helsinki, with two men of approximately 20 years of age.

The Helsinki police arrested two men suspected of the killing, a 19-old Russian Aleksandr Ionin and a 23-year-old Estonian-born Mika-Martti Zukov, on May 29. According to the police the homicide had nothing to do with Tikka's profession. The motive was robbery. In court Ionin and Zukov admitted that they had stolen 15 bottles of alcohol, 49 packs of cigarettes, a mobile phone cover, a pocket knife, one pair of binoculars, a video camera, and some cash.

The trial started on September 26, 2006, in Helsinki District Court. Prosecutor Harri Ilander demanded a life imprisonment for Ionin and Zukov for murder and an aggravated mugging. Ionin and Zukov pleaded guilty on charges of manslaughter.

On October 10, 2006 district court sentenced Ionin and Zukov to 11 years in prison for manslaughter and aggravated robbery.

Prosecutor Ilander expressed his disappointment in the sentence, but made no decision on appealing against the verdict to the Court of appeal.

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