Years ago, I once did a bit of work on a similar case.<\/p>\n
A young woman had rented living space in an apartment as a roommate to the man who held the lease. The man had placed a radio in her bathroom as a sort of “amenity.” She became suspicious of the odd position of the radio and after a bit of exploring found that the radio held a concealed camera. The guy was videotaping her. She sued.<\/p>\n
He came into the office to hand over a settlement check and to sign various agreements that would put him in a very bad situation if he were to do this again. To someone else: she moved out, of course.<\/p>\n
He looked like a reasonably pleasant youngish man but carried a slightly greasy aura of ick, shame and some sort of pathology.<\/p>\n
Creepy people, who do things like this.<\/p>\n
The hard copy Daily News headline to today’s story is “SCUMLORDS.”\u00a0 <\/strong><\/a>No kidding:<\/p>\n A young woman has slapped her former landlords with a lawsuit charging they are super creeps who set her up in a rent-free Upper West Side apartment only to secretly videotape her most intimate moments.<\/em><\/p>\n Ukrainian immigrant Aksana Kuzmitskaya, who was identified in court papers, claims Michel Kadoe and Eli Kadoch offered her a job as maid of their brownstone building at 7 W. 82nd St.<\/em><\/p>\n The job, which she accepted in August 2013, came with a rent-free apartment. But what she didn\u2019t know at the time is that the pad had been fitted with spy cameras in her bedroom and bathroom.<\/em><\/p>\n The suit claims that over the course of months the hidden cameras sent live feeds to the landlords\u2019 laptop of her naked, having sex, showering and even on the toilet.<\/em><\/p>\n One of the disgusting duo has been indicted on a “felony charge of unlawful surveillance.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Years ago, I once did a bit of work on a similar case. A young woman had rented living space in an apartment as a roommate to the man who held the lease. The man had placed a radio in … Continue reading