Criminal layout

At the beginning of the year, it became obvious that crime in the capital is developing very quickly. There were already more than twenty major criminal gangs and many small, unregistered brigades uniting courtyards, small streets, which also contributed to the development of the criminal situation in the capital.

The general criminal situation in 1993 became simply explosive. The criminal world of the capital could be compared to a children's mosaic consisting of multi-colored pieces - separate criminal gangs with their militants.

Initially, criminal gangs in Moscow were formed at the place of residence of their founders and primary zones of influence. Then the spheres of influence of the factions of the capital became unpredictable. The structure fell under the "roof" of any group, regardless of its location. There have been cases where a commercial structure has had multiple roofs. For example, one well-known clothing market was peacefully patronized by 17 brigades!!!

Deputy Roofs

In 1993, a new concept appeared in criminal life - a deputy roof. The criminal world began to actively take advantage of parliamentary immunity and parliamentary lobbying. Already in 1995, the Prosecutor General's Office of the Russian Federation, according to some reports, had specific claims against 16 deputies, and after the end of their powers they were brought to criminal responsibility.

According to Vladimir Semago, then deputy of the State Duma, most of the bills that the Duma adopts are custom-made and accordingly paid for. This good increase in wages has become the main source of replenishment of the family and party treasury of deputies. Customers - large firms, representatives of ministries or corporations - deal with the leadership of large factions, less often with prominent deputies.

The money is taken in cash or through dummy deputy firms. The amount of "fee" is usually 2-3% of the estimated profit.

Distributed in 1994-1997 was the sale of certificates of deputy assistants, which gave certain benefits. For many, getting the title of an assistant to a deputy was then trendy and prestigious. Such crusts were purchased at a price of 1 to 10 thousand US dollars, depending on the financial situation of the client. According to unverified data, two deputy heads of one faction were actively involved in this. But soon such certificates turned from a means of protecting their owners into a certain tip for law enforcement agencies. Chekists even prepared their own list of deputies closely connected with crime. But they did not develop this topic, knowing the scandalous nature of many well-known deputies. Simultaneously with the trade in certificates, the trade in deputy requests or letters to law enforcement agencies regarding the defense of the accused in any criminal case began to flourish - here the price of such a letter could reach one hundred thousand US dollars. The most interesting thing is that such letters of inquiry did not affect anything, except that the investigators or prosecutors were obliged to give formal answers in a short time.

Crime chronicle

The beginning of the new year 1993 in Moscow, as usual, was marked by shootings. On January 4, on Delegatskaya Street, two groups of young people (4 people on each side) fired from cars at each other. As a result, four of them were injured. They were detained by the police who arrived at the scene a few minutes later.

Meeting of the Metropolitan Police

On January 6, at the Oktyabr cinema, heads of law enforcement agencies and Moscow Mayor Yuri Luzhkov met with officers of the Moscow police and discussed measures to strengthen the fight against crime.

Russian Security Minister Viktor Barannikov, Russian Interior Minister Viktor Yerin and Moscow's police chief Vladimir Pankratov spoke at the meeting. The head of the Central Internal Affairs Directorate stated that the situation in the city is very serious and the most important task for the near future is to reverse it. Viktor Yerin, in his speech, promised to fire all police officers who will be engaged in commercial activities and follow the lead of businessmen as private detectives. According to him, Moscow has become a real training ground for the mafia. Yerin threatened to punish those who would cover up crimes, and urged those present to finally figure out who is the boss in the city - criminals or legitimate authority. The minister said that he had already signed an order to allocate 300 positions for operatives, 50 for investigators and 200 units for a special squad for the capital's police.

Moscow Mayor Yuri Luzhkov repeated in his speech that his firm intention to stop the growth of crime in the city is not a gamble and the mayor's office will do everything possible and impossible for this, including allocating $ 5 million and 21 billion rubles for the needs of the police.

Corruption

OCG leaders increasingly began to think about how to minimize the degree of risk in their work or prevent a clash with the police. The most common and surest way is to bribe police officers, prosecutors or judges.

This made it possible to disrupt many police operations and successfully evade prosecution. It should be noted that in this part, many organized crime groups have succeeded. Some operatives not only warned the bandits about the upcoming operation or raid, but carried out orders to detain and prosecute rival organized crime groups and brigades.

Crime chronicle

Not even three days had passed since the meeting of the policemen, as Moscow was again shaken by automatic shots. On the night of January 8-9, in Solntsevo, in the building of school No. 1006, three people were killed and two people were wounded. Among the dead was the director of the SAK company (they equipped a sauna and a gym in the school building).

On January 14, at night on Mira Avenue, near the Lel cafe, members of the Mazutka criminal group, driving by taxi, came across several young people of Abkhaz nationality. Abkhazians stood on the road and stopped passing cars. They also stopped the car in which there were people from Mazutka. Soon a skirmish ensued between the two companies, which escalated into a fight ... "Mazutka" took out knives and sawn-off shotgun, and two Abkhazians were immediately killed.

In total, in January 1993, 47 organized crime crimes were committed in Moscow (a month ago, in December 1992, 39 crimes).

Contract killings

Contract killing as a method of solving problems in the criminal world in the early 90s becomes very popular.

According to law enforcement agencies, in 1992 alone, more than 100 murders of entrepreneurs and crime bosses were committed, in 1993 this figure increased to 250, and in 1994 to 500!

With a large number of contract killings in the terminology of the criminal world, the word "killer" appears - a person who commits a contract killing. However, the killers were most often anonymous. Usually the groups used killers - "tourists" from another city, and even better - from the former fraternal republic.

It often happened that after the action, the killer himself was killed by those who hired him in order to finally hide the ends in the water.

The killer is a dangerous profession that does not tolerate fools, since the stakes there are the highest - the life of the killer himself. Therefore, when planning an operation, the killer takes into account every little thing - the routes of the object, its habits, daily routine, communications, the presence or absence of security, its nature. Any misfire can reduce the case to zero.

The visiting card of hired killers - killers was a control shot in the head of the victim, so that the result was one hundred percent. Almost no performer can do without a control shot at the present time.

1993 caused a shock in the underworld. During this year, under unclear circumstances, three dozen thieves in law died one after another, whose names were known to any prisoner and even a simple operative with little experience: Globus, Arsen Mikeladze, Sultan, Goga Yerevansky, the leader of the Georgian clan Kvezho Pipia, authority disappeared under strange circumstances Sergei Kruglov nicknamed Seryozha Beard.

Then - the famous thieves in law Rezo, Pushkin, Sadikov, Bosyak, Noginsk thief Vitya Zver, authorities Vaydon, Hare, Pasha Rodnoy, Englishman, Leonid Zavadsky, Viktor Kogan, better known as Zhid. The well-known Bauman authority Vladislav Vanner was shot. Many others died.

How it was done

Failure began unexpectedly. When the appointed day arrived, on which the killer was supposed to shoot Tolstoy in the entrance of his house, and the cover group had already taken their places, it turned out that Vasya the killer had suddenly disappeared. Where is unclear. The last time Ryb brought him to one of the apartments. After that, no one saw him.

And again we are completely confused. It was necessary to think of something. Unexpectedly, Ryba offered Viktor and me as understudies in the killer case. He especially insisted on my candidacy.

- Firstly, - said the Fish, - he is a beginner, no one knows him, and secondly, this will be a baptism for him. Let him cover himself with blood! This will be his last test.

I don’t know why, but the elders agreed with Pisces’s arguments. So I was chosen to be the killer.

Now Fish was taking me to the forest and I was aiming the weapon. First they gave me two pistols - one "TT", the other - "Glock", Brazilian. Two, just in case one jams. Victor was supposed to be my understudy - to sit in the car not far from the entrance. He also had two trunks. If anything, he should jump out and finish off Tolstoy. The rest of the guys were distributed in areas of the territory that was adjacent to Tolstoy's house.

Some were on the right side, others on the left. In addition, a group of guys who accompanied Tolstoy, spying on him, often changing cars, had to transmit prearranged signals by radio.

Ryb intimidated me in every possible way, saying that if something goes wrong, then I will not live, he will end me personally - if there is a misfire or I will drift off.

So the picture was rather bleak for me. It even sometimes seemed to me that Fish was saying all this on purpose, that he wanted me to fail in this attempt.

But Victor encouraged me in every possible way. He told me:

- Nothing, Romka, everything will be fine with you! Everything will work out! You fill up this boar, you look - there will be a serious promotion.

And what is this promotion?

“You do the work first, and then you’ll find out.” Ours in this regard never "throw" anyone.

– You speak with such knowledge… Have you participated in such cases yourself?

Victor looked at me carefully.

Do you remember our conversation? The less you know...

“I understand you,” I immediately stopped him.

“Who knows,” I thought, “maybe Victor killed someone, he just doesn’t want to talk about this topic. It can be understood. I wonder who I will become after this action? And in general, can I do it?

Finally, of the objects where Tolstoy had been, two were chosen - a sports club and a house. However, each object had its drawbacks. In the sports club, Tolstoy is always not alone. As a rule, he was accompanied by bodyguards, who also worked hard on simulators, and it was clear that in response you could get a bullet from one of them. As for the apartment that Tolstoy rented, he changed apartments every month, or even twice a month, which was a typical feature for mafiosi: never stay for a long time in one place.

Therefore, thieves in law and authorities preferred to rent apartments rather than have their own housing. More precisely, maybe they had their own housing, but they never shone it. I even know a case - Victor told me - how one of the leaders of the group had a special secret dacha where he lived. And none of the group knew that he had it, where he was hiding from time to time - even the closest circle. Nevertheless, this did not save him - he was killed under strange circumstances in this particular dacha. Some said that this was the work of Sergei Malakhov, who was then a foreman and became a leader. But no one could prove anything.

The killer was not found. The previous leader was buried with honors, and another one was chosen at the general meeting - Sergey, and then Alik appeared.

So Tolstoy's apartment also had certain disadvantages. First of all, no one knew what time he was coming back. He could hang out late at the casino, in a nightclub, he could go to prostitutes for the night. Therefore, my fate as a person waiting for him to fail was not easy. How long he had to wait, no one knew.

I practiced almost every day. In addition to going out of town and shooting weapons, they showed me the entrance of a similar house. Of course, it was stupid to train in the very entrance where Tolstoy lived, so the boys found a similar one. It's good that our houses are made according to the same projects! The fat one had to go up the first five or six steps, and then turn onto another staircase to get to the elevator. There was a small nook. That's where I had to hide. Previously, the guys had to turn out the light bulb so that I could not be seen. Then in a matter of seconds I had to leave the entrance.

One of the guys portrayed Tolstoy. I approached him and made a conditional shot almost at point-blank range, then quickly made a second, control shot, threw down my weapon and left the entrance. The whole operation took me no more than two minutes. The only condition is that the car with security must drive off. But this did not worry me very much, since our guys were in the yard and, in which case, they had to cover me - to conduct automatic fire on this car.

Time passed very slowly. The uncertainty began to scare me. I got the feeling that nothing would happen. Too much time has passed, more than a week, and no one has set a day for the assignment. I began to hope that I would be right. But our relatively calm existence was suddenly drastically disturbed.

At the billiard hall, the car in which Ryb and Max were traveling was shot. Fish was wounded in the leg, Max was uninjured and managed to take Fish to the nearest hospital. It was clear that this was the work of Tolstoy's team. Now we needed to strike back.

The day was soon set.

In the morning, Viktor and Edik alternately took care of me. I don't know why this is necessary. Maybe they thought that there would be a leak of information. But I'm not going to pawn myself! Or maybe this is the order so that you don’t relax morally ...

Edik constantly repeated:

- Nothing, Romka, do not drift, everything will be fine! Everyone has been through this...

“Then it will be easy.

In the afternoon, Edik was replaced by Viktor. He was my understudy. If something does not work for me, then he must finish off Tolstoy.

At about nine o'clock in the evening I was brought in an ordinary car to the house where Tolstoy lived. Victor and I left. Victor held a flashlight in his hand. I had a red wig on my head. Above - a knitted hat, branded, Finnish. The hat had its own characteristics. It had holes cut into it for the eyes. So if you pull it deeper on your head, you get not a hat, but a black mask. In addition, I have soft sneakers on my feet, and gloves on my hands. One pistol was behind the belt, the other was glued to the leg with a band-aid. I also had a small walkie-talkie.

I entered the entrance. The light bulb was out. Victor shone his flashlight on me and said:

“Here is your place, boy. Well, that's all, - he hugged me, - don't make a mistake! The main thing - do not get lost: the first shot, the second - always in the head. This is the control, our guarantee. If so, we are close. Remember that you are not alone!

Viktor is gone. I was left alone in the dark. This is how life can turn, I thought. - It seems that they took me to a group for chores, a courier, then I gradually became a militant, and now I am playing the role of a killer! Wow, how wrong this Vasya escaped! I wonder if they'll deal with it?"

I glanced at my watch. As a precaution, I put on my commander's watch with a luminous dial. It's been an hour already. From time to time, residents passed by me - someone entered, someone left. I wonder how the situation will develop if Tolstoy enters not alone, with someone else? They didn't tell me anything about it! Actually, I didn’t care, I knew perfectly well that people would be shocked, so I would have time to hide. In addition, I remembered that I was not alone, that at least ten people were supporting me.

Various thoughts flashed through my head. I did not want to play the role of a killer at all. How am I going to kill a person now? Can I do it? No, of course I can. I knew perfectly well what happens to people who do not follow orders. For them, the only sentence is death. Therefore, I had no choice.

Another hour passed. I kept looking at the clock. The radio was silent. So there was no signal yet that Tolstoy was approaching the house. I went back to introspection. Now it turns out that I am the creator of human destinies. For example, Tolstoy lives a sweet life ... Of course, he also has problems. But now he is probably somewhere in the sauna with the girls or warming up on the billiards ...

Or maybe he is debriefing in the brigade. In short, now he is on horseback, he is a leader. And he does not suspect at all that in a few hours he will return to his home, and then his whole life will end. I am the person who carries out the sentence, which means that I am the master of his fate. With the pull of the trigger, Tolstoy's life will end...

This appealed to me. On the other hand, though, I was uncomfortable. Suddenly, a thought came into my head: what is Victor doing with the barrel? Doesn't he just fulfill the role of my understudy, but also the role of a cleaner? What if the elders decided to remove me? It's no coincidence that they chose me. Nobody really knows me, I'm a newbie, I haven't been exposed to the criminal world yet. Here I will remove Tolstoy, and then Viktor or someone else will remove me. And write it off for disassembly ...

Or maybe the guards will take me out? No, our people will not allow this, because it is clear that they will not kill me right away. First, they will take me to the forest, torture me, take testimony. God, what thoughts are running through my head! Everything will be okay. Yes, and Victor will not dare to do this. I do not believe in this. He's my best friend now!

Suddenly, the light bulb flashed. I switched to receive and brought the radio to my ear.

Roma, do you hear? The client is coming. Be ready, - I heard Edik's voice.

- I hear normally, I understand everything. - And I passed out. Then I carefully pulled the Glock out of my bosom, double-checked that the muffler was securely screwed on, and cocked the hammer with one hand. I felt my hands begin to shake.

Soon the light on the radio blinked again. This meant that the Fat Man was close. I exhaled. Then I heard the brakes creak near the entrance ...

And then I heard how somewhere nearby, on the second or third floor, the door of the apartment opened. Will someone come out? There will be a picture - Tolstoy enters the entrance, and at the same time a woman with a child comes down ... No, it's about midnight, there can be no woman with a child! But someone came out...

Meanwhile, two figures entered the entrance. One of them was big. Someone accompanied him. The first swore in bass:

- Bastards, broke the light bulb again! You, figure it out here, let them put a normal light bulb.

Everyone, it's time to leave. I counted the steps. So they took the first step, the second ... Then I heard that the newcomers stopped. What if they saw me? What if they get the trunks? What, after all, am I twitching? We have to wait until they go up the steps.

I saw that Tolstoy and his companion had taken out lighters, illuminating the steps. The flame illuminated them for a few moments. The fat man swore again. The fire must have burned his fingers.

They had to climb a few steps, turn right. There they will hit the span, which is illuminated, and I can aim.

Finally Tolstoy reached the landing, after which he must turn right. But suddenly he suddenly stopped. Both fell silent. I became uncomfortable. What if now Tolstoy guesses that I, the killer, are standing in the corner? And he starts shooting at me?

The fat man moved towards the elevator, where the light was on. I heard someone coming down from above. Probably, Tolstoy suspected something and stopped on the spot.

“Listen, Tolyan,” I heard his bass voice again, “look who’s coming down from above.” Something I don't like.

- All right, don't worry! his companion replied. - You've been imagining everything lately! I'll do it now. And he began to walk up the stairs with quick steps.

Everyone, my time has come! I saw a large figure standing near the elevator. His hand was in his pocket. The fat man was waiting for his buddy to come back down and give him a sign.

Drawing my gun and pointing it at Tolstoy's head, I took a step. But at the last moment Tolstoy turned to me. I saw his face. He had an expression of surprise. But at that moment, I raised my hand and pulled the trigger. The shot was almost inaudible. The fat one flew off to the side, the force of the shot was so great. He began to sink to the floor. My hands were shaking. Instead of shooting a second time in the head, I moved the muzzle of the pistol to the heart area and pulled the trigger again. All work done.

I heard Tolyan rushing down. I tossed the pistol back to the corner where I had stood a minute earlier and ran for the exit. With my left hand, I took out "TT".

I knew that when I went out into the street and if the guarded car was still standing, then our guys would immediately start shooting at it. But when I opened the door, I saw that there was no car. Victor ran towards me with a pistol. Lord, now he will shoot at me ... I instinctively sat down. And, as it turned out, he did the right thing. Behind me stood the same Tolyan and aimed in the direction of Victor. But he got ahead of him. Pulling out a second pistol, he fired from two barrels simultaneously. I saw Tolyan's body fall like a bag to the ground.

- Everyone, let's go! Victor breathed. I immediately rushed, as agreed, towards the playground. On the other side there should be a car in which we will leave from here. Here she stands, I see her, the engine is running. Jumping inside, I saw that Yegor was driving.

- Well, is everything all right? - he asked.

- Yes. Let's go! Viktor ordered.

The car took off. Victor began to look intently in the mirror, whether there was a “tail” behind us. I also turned back. But the windows were tinted, and nothing really was visible.

"Keep your head down," Victor said. I felt that he was very nervous.

“It seems there is no one behind,” Yegor said.

We drove out into the street. Victor relaxed a little.

Criminal conflicts

In the conflict between the "old and the young", let's analyze one example - with the Orekhov group. In Moscow, it is one of the youngest in age, and its members deny the rules and concepts established in the criminal world. On this basis, in 1992, a real war broke out in the south of Moscow between the Orekhovskaya, Nagatinskaya and Podolsk groups. The war was truly bloody. So, in February 1993, six members of the Orekhovskaya group were killed in the Kashirskoye and Kiparis cafes. However, this did not stop the Orekhovskys, and in April of the same year on Yeletsskaya Street they dealt with the 50-year-old Moscow authority Viktor Kogan (nickname Zhid) and his bodyguard.

Third gang war

The series of murders and shootouts that began last week gives Kommersant's experts some hard evidence that a war of Russian-speaking gangsters is brewing in Moscow against the mafia, which the media usually refers to as Chechen. This is the third attempt of the capital's organized crime to remove competitors from the city.

(From the Kommersant newspaper)

Criminal layout

Last week, the Moscow police department registered an outbreak of shootings. Moreover, as can be seen from the reports, the firing was carried out with a clear advantage in favor of the Chechen side. And that's why.

Having suffered the first losses, the Chechens guessed that genocide was being planned against them again, and took urgent measures to protect themselves. All their leaders again changed addresses and appearances, began to drink in other restaurants, drive cars with different numbers. More actively Chechens began to hand over their competitors to the police.

Frol, who was detained on suspicion of illegal possession of weapons, was the first to almost suffer. But it was not possible to prove his guilt, and ten days later Frol was released.

In addition to police connections, the Chechens used weapons. And for starters, they began to shoot businessmen who were intimidated by Russian-speaking bandits and stopped paying money to Chechens.

The outcome of any war is predictable. People will die. Guilty and innocent. But not a single war, not even the Second World War, benefited anyone, except for the structures that invested money in weapons.

Crime chronicle

Meanwhile, the fight against crime, announced at the end of February at a meeting in the Kremlin, began to take on its real shape in March. In Moscow, for example, the police have clearly stepped up their actions against the capital's criminal gangs. On March 3, in the cafe "Aist", on Malaya Bronnaya, the police disrupted the showdown between the "Slavs" and the Azerbaijanis. Back in late February, the leaders of the “Slavic” groups at a general meeting decided to call the Azerbaijanis to order, and on March 3, one of the noisy actions of this campaign was to take place in Aist. However, the case ended with the arrest of only one person, who was found to have a weapon.

On March 4, the anti-banditry unit of the MUR, with the assistance of several employees of the department for searching for vehicles of the traffic police department, carried out an operation to detain extortionists from the Lyubertsy group. The events in this operation developed as follows.

On March 11, hostilities again moved to Moscow. During a stormy showdown near the Ladoga cafe, a grenade was blown up, fragments of which injured three people.

It should be noted that explosions in those days on the streets of the capital and other cities of Russia were far from uncommon. For example, on March 8, the car of the director of a small enterprise, Sergei Soshnyak, was blown up in Moscow, and on March 10, the car of Russian Army Major Boris Ivanov was blown up.

On March 11, employees of the department for combating banditry of the MUR detained another group of racketeers who controlled the clothing market of CSKA. This group was headed by an authority nicknamed Mansur, who had been released from Butyrka a year ago. His people extorted from local merchants and the market administration from 3 to 5 million rubles on a weekly basis.

Arrest of Mansour, March 1993

Coincidentally, the eleventh of March - Thursday - is the day for the exchange of subscriptions, so from morning to three o'clock there was a huge queue in the administrator's office. We carried out the exchange by sectors so that there was no chaos and disorder - we started in alphabetical order.

Therefore, every time the administrator, sitting in the office, announced that the owners of trading places, for example, B, were invited to exchange subscriptions. Everyone already knew that this procedure took thirty to forty minutes. Then came the next sector, then - the basements, the owners of buffets, private warehouses and small shops that began to appear on the territory of the clothing market.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the collection of money was completely over, I noticed that Kostya began to gather somewhere.

- Where are you going? I asked.

“I want to go to the bank and deposit money,” Kostya said. Oleg immediately got up from the table and began to gather for some urgent business. Now I realized that Mansur was about to arrive, and none of my companions wanted to meet with him again.

- Why are you running away so fast? I asked.

- I have business - I need to put money.

“But I need to visit my grandfather - I haven’t been to see him for a long time,” Oleg said. - He got sick...

I said nothing. I realized that I would have to be the witness of Mansour's rampage or some terrible scene alone.

I glanced at my watch. It was already about four. Now Mansur should drive up. Then I remembered that today was the last day of the time allotted by Mansur to Edik for collecting money, and I began to feverishly recall whether I had seen Edik at the market today, but I did not remember. I asked Shurik, the junior administrator, if he had seen Edik today.

“No, something like he wasn’t there today,” Shurik said. And then I heard a loud laugh below and someone began to climb the stairs. I carefully opened the door and saw that Mansur, accompanied by five militants, was heading towards the office. I quickly told the secretary to leave the premises immediately.

Sergei Maratovich entered with the confident gait of his master. He took off his jacket as he walked and threw it on the sofa. I immediately saw that he was in a cheerful mood. “It’s already good that he’s not evil,” I thought. Mansur immediately went to the chair, sat down in it and took the chart, which we made weekly on Thursdays, and began to watch the filling of the market.

“Well, is everything okay?” he asked, turning to me. “The sale went well?”

- Yes, everything is fine.

How many people didn't buy their subscriptions?

- Yes, ten people, no more ...

Mansur took a piece of paper lying on the calendar, moved it towards him and wrote the number "10" on it, multiplied it by a certain amount. This was the amount that was missing in the general cash register. He put a minus sign in front of this number.

- Well, do you have money? Come on, he smiled.

I handed him the previously counted wads of money. Mansur took them without counting them and put them in his side pocket.

- And this rat did not appear, did not ask?

I realized that the conversation was about Edik.

- No, Sergei Maratovich, did not appear ...

- Is he completely crazy? Mansour said angrily.

“Maybe we should announce it on the radio?” I suggested.

- Why? No radio needed! Himself will come. Let's wait another fifteen minutes, and then ... Then we will arrange a carnival for him in full, - said Mansur, grinning.

His words made me feel uncomfortable. I imagined what the word "carnival" means in the concept of Mansur and what kind of scuffle he can arrange for Edik.

Then the door slowly opened, and Edik appeared! He was completely calm. He greeted those present, approached Mansur almost closely and sat down on a free chair, without receiving an invitation from him.

Mansour looked at him carefully. I also looked at him. There was something unusual in his behavior. Stop! First of all, he didn’t have any outerwear on, and after all, everyone usually went to the market wearing something on top - it was still early spring, and the weather was still quite cold, and the market inside was not heated. And then suddenly Edik in a jacket and a turtleneck ...

- What are you going to say? Mansur broke the silence, looking intently at Edik.

- Sergei Maratovich, - Edik began clearly, like a memorized text, - I want to clarify once again. From your words, it turns out that I owe the amount, - and he gave a figure, - to the people who instructed you to demand this amount from me. So I understand?

- Sergei Maratovich, let's clarify with you first. I'd like to find out. Let's say if I don't give you this amount...

- What?! Mansour stood up.

- No, I just said - let's put it. What then awaits me? I want to know.

- What's in store for you? Mansur laughed frankly. - What are you playing clownery here? What are you, a circus clown? What is waiting for you? The end of life awaits you, that's what! - Mansur added to this a large number of swear words.

- I understand that if I do not pay the money, you will beat me hard, and maybe even kill me, right?

- Why are you telling me riddles? Mansour said. - Let's be specific on the topic - did you bring money or not?

- I brought the money, - said Edik, - only they are below. You need to go down there for them.

Mansoor reluctantly got up and went to the stairs.

- Why are you sitting? Went! he told me.

I have been watching this scene. Edik's behavior seemed strange to me. “Something is not right here,” I thought. Edik most likely brought his bandits and is now trying to get Mansur to negotiate with them. But Mansour, apparently, also thought so. He ordered Dana and other mordovorots to accompany him. Now I saw the whole team slowly descending the stairs.

The market was already empty, there were almost no sellers. The janitors were busy picking up the rubbish.

“Now, just a minute,” Edik said.

I began to observe what was happening from above. I became curious about what would happen next, what, in the end, Edik came up with and what awaits Mansur next.

But further events developed completely unpredictably. Suddenly, from two exits that were to the left of the trading floor, ten or twelve people in civilian clothes entered the market premises. I looked carefully and saw that they had weapons in their hands - Makarov pistols. Just then, a loud voice was heard:

- Everyone stand! The sixth department of MUR!

Oh my God, this is the Organized Crime Squad!

I looked at Mansour. He raised his massive fist over Edik's face. He realized that Edik simply lured him into a trap, that most likely he simply handed him over to the cops. But Mansur's arm was already twisted by two operatives. Mansour was strong and managed to break free.

A fight started. Mansur was surrounded by four operatives, and a few moments later he was lying on the floor. One operative held his head with two hands by the hair, two - hands, two - legs. Thus, five surrounded him. The rest were engaged in escorting Mansour. Danya and two more militants lay on the ground.

Then I turned my gaze to Edik. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. And then I saw how one of the operatives took out a small voice recorder. Now I understand why Edik spoke in such riddles - he simply wrote down Mansur's words.

Mansur, lying on the floor, cursed, sending threats to Edik. I don't know what made me, but I quickly went downstairs. None of the operatives forced me to lie down or raise my hands up. They were busy with Mansour and his people.

Suddenly, an operative approached me.

- Who are you? - he asked.

“I am a market employee,” I replied.

- Very well. Be a witness.

No, I can't be a witness! I protested.

What do you mean I can't? A particularly dangerous gang led by Sergei Mamsurov has just been detained before your very eyes. You will be a witness. I saw that you were standing upstairs and saw everything!

Then I saw Mansoor throw an angry look at me. "My God, well, I'm in trouble! Now all his anger will pour out on me! Why did I come down, why now I will be this stupid witness? I thought. “If I sign something, Mansur will never forgive me!”

After all of us were "received" by operatives from the MUR, on the same day we were brought to Petrovka, 38, to take testimony. Then, having distributed all the members of the Mansur brigade to different offices, the operatives began to “prick” everyone.

The version, as we later found out from conversations among ourselves, was the following. “Mansur will absolutely go to jail for extortion and racketeering for a long time, so you guys have nothing to lose - testify against your former boss, he won’t come out alive anyway, as he will inevitably die in prisons and colonies,” the operatives told us.

However, none of the guys were going to testify.

Of course, I understood that the operatives did not believe a single word we said. It was clear to them that we were all from the same brigade. But, as I understand it, they did not have direct evidence of this. Moreover, the victim didn't see us very much, so two days later the door of my cell opened and the escort called out my name.

Crime chronicle

In Krylatskoye, an armed dismantling of two opposing groups was prevented. Their representatives gathered at the site in front of the building of the rowing canal of the Krylatskoye sports complex. And at that moment they were detained by MUR operatives. The militiamen confiscated cold steel and firearms, baseball bats and metal rods from the interiors and trunks of cars. A total of 11 people were detained. However, if in Krylatskoye everything went without massacre and shooting, then at the Kantemirovskaya metro station on the night of March 11-12, shots sounded. There was a showdown between Chechens and Ossetians, and the Chechens were more successful in it: two young Ossetians were wounded.

Moscow ROUP

On February 17, 1993, an order was signed at the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the creation of the Moscow RUOP. A few days later, he was given headquarters on Shabolovka.

It is difficult to say who first came up with the idea of ​​creating a separate police unit - the Regional Directorate for Combating Organized Crime. The first head of this organization is Colonel Vadim Borisovich Rushailo.

Then the leadership of the Central Internal Affairs Directorate was skeptical about the new formation. And when V. Rushailo began to recruit his staff for new staff units, not every head of a department, department, central office gave away his best workers. Therefore, people came to the RUOP who had worked in the system of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a short time and practically did not prove themselves in anything. But, to the credit of V. Rushailo, he quickly, of course, not without the help of the mayor's office, turned RUOP into a mobile unit equipped with modern technology. But the main merit of V. Rushailo was that he managed to form in his subordinates the psychology of winners, able to solve the most complex and uncompromising issues, and also not to get lost in emergency situations. In addition, V. Rushailo managed to make sure that the Ruopovtsy completely believed him, since all the rears were completely covered by him. In almost any situation when criminal cases could be initiated for abuse of power by RUOP employees or for other crimes, they practically did not reach the court - V. Rushailo knew how to settle them at his own level, but this was only in the initial period.

Then within the walls of the RUOP appeared the nickname given to V. Rushailo by the employees - Papa.

Shabolovskie

The day came for us to move to Shabolovka.

I must say that in this building at Shabolovka, 6, before that there was the Oktyabrsky district committee of the CPSU, and after the well-known events of 1991 and the prohibition of the Communist Party, the building was leased to several commercial firms and cooperatives. All sorts of roofs patronizing merchants often began to visit this building.

And then one day, when Mikhail Ugryumov and his colleagues were unloading their equipment and papers in order to completely occupy the building, and commercial firms were taking out their property, one of the foremen of Mikheya's group with four militants drove up to Shabolovka in a jeep - to talk with a businessman about raising prices for services. Seeing a strange picture - some firms are leaving, some others are moving in - foreman Vovchik was not at all surprised: probably, rent prices have been raised ... Soon he noticed that almost everyone was leaving, and some strange organization was moving in, where only men work. Then Vovchik approached one of the entrants and asked:

- Why, guys, are you moving in, or what?

“Yeah,” one of the RUOP employees muttered, rearranging the boxes.

- So, congratulations on your new home?

- You can, - the RUOP officer raised his head and looked at Vovchik in surprise.

Vovchik, playing with his new gold bracelet, which a businessman presented to him the day before after Vovchik's demands, said:

- What kind of company is it?

- Yes, the usual company ...

- Are you going to do business?

“And commerce, too,” answered the RUOP employee, winking at his colleagues who were listening in on the conversation.

“Why, are you going to sit in this building alone?” - the curious Vovchik did not calm down.

- Looks like one.

- Why, do you have a roof?

“There is also a roof,” the operative replied.

- Why, maybe show the roof something? Maybe someone I know?

“And why are we going to show you something?” - said another opera, straightening up to his full height. – Who are you?

- I? And everyone in Solntsevo knows me. I am Vovchik. Vovchik named Winch. Heard this? Vovchik grinned, looking at his fighters. They broke into a smile.

- No, I haven't heard that. Neither in Solntsevo, nor in other areas, - the operative teased him.

Mikhail Ugryumov stopped unloading the boxes and went up to the conversation, listening with interest. Apparently, the response of the operative humiliated the authority of Vovchik: how is it, some suckers do not know Vovchik Lebedka! This angered Vovchik. He suddenly said quite seriously:

- Hey, guys, it seems to me, specifically, that you don’t have any roof! Let's go to the office, let's go to the market! - Vovchik grabbed the hand of the operative who was taken aback by surprise.

- To babble? It can be done,” the officer said. - I'll take my comrades.

- Lokhov, or what? Vovchik asked, smiling.

- Yes, suckers.

- Yes, without a market! Take it. Where to go?

“Yes, let’s go to the next office and have a market,” said the operative.

Michael felt that something was wrong. He followed them.

The door to the adjacent office was quickly opened. Vovchik was the first to enter. In a businesslike manner, he looked at the disassembled boxes, saw computers, photocopiers, telephones, some folders with documents ...

- And what will you do? Tea, criminal business?

- Definitely hit - a crime.

- Well, guys, - said Vovchik, - you definitely need a roof!

Several operatives entered the office and tightly closed the door behind them. The operative who spoke with Vovchik said:

- And what, you offer your roof?

- Of course!

- What are the conditions? How serious are you? – the operative asked, continuing to “unwind” Vovchik for frankness.

- I something? I am very serious. A lot of serious people know me,” Vovchik said. - And the conditions - why immediately start the market with this? Conditions are standard. But the only thing I want to know is what you will do. Maybe with a “kidnyak”, maybe you will “breed” the same suckers ...

- And then what? the operative asked with curiosity.

“Then the prices go up.

“All right, come on, sit down, Vovchik,” the operative said seriously. - Let's get to know each other better.

Vovchik calmly moved a chair to the table and sat down.

Unexpectedly, Mikhail Ugryumov entered the conversation.

- You say you are from Solntsevo?

- Well, in nature!

- And who do you know in Solntsevo? Do you know Micah? Vitalik, do you know Tit?

Vovchik laughed:

- It's my brother! We work with them!

“Well, that means you’re a hardened guy,” said Ugryumov. - Let's get to know you!

Vovchik calmly extended his hand, but at the same moment Ugryumov snapped the handcuffs on her, fastening them to his arm.

- And now, Vovchik, let's get acquainted. I am Mikhail Utryumov, former opera, who used to work in Solntsevo. Maybe you heard about me?

Vovchik was speechless.

- Here's my kiva. With his free hand, Ugryumov pulled red "crusts" out of his inner pocket. At the same time, he deliberately raised his hand, revealing a holster with a pistol on his left side. On the booklet was written in golden letters “The Main Department of Internal Affairs. Regional Department for Combating Organized Crime.

- Read, read, Vovochka, carefully! We are called RUOP, we are fighting organized crime, that is, with bandits like you.

Vovchik, dumbfounded by what was happening, was silent. He didn't expect this turn of events.

In general, we think so. For the first time, Vovchik, we let you go for prevention purposes. We won't even have a conversation with you. You go, go to your buddies and say that there is now such a cool organization - RUOP. Let them know that it is better to bypass this street where we are. And let them generally behave more quietly in Moscow, because from today we have begun our immediate official duties and we will not fuss with people like you. Do you understand us? asked Ugryumov sternly.

Vovchik nodded his head.

“Of course, of course, I understand! Sorry if something is wrong! I didn't know! I thought that you, this is ... But you are like this ...

Mikhail turned to the operative who started a conversation with Vovchik:

“I see he really understood everything.

The officers smiled and nodded.

- Well, - Mikhail turned to Vovchik, - now, if anything, come to us, directly to us and ask if anyone will accept you in the police. So tell me - I have a roof ...

- And how to call something? Vovchik asked cautiously.

- Just say so - RUOP, they say, I work under the roof of RUOP!

“Okay, Michael, that’s enough. Otherwise, indeed, a rumor will spread around Moscow that we are a gangster's roof ... - one of the operatives said.

“Okay,” Michael smiled. - Of course, this is a joke. In fact, the opposite is true - we will fight with you. And if you get to us, then you can count on the reception "by pull" - in the toughest version.

Maybe search him? Mikhail's operative asked.

- No, it's empty - you can see it in the eyes, - said Ugryumov, opening the door.

In a moment Vovchik was gone.

The operatives laughed in unison.

“It can be said that the presentation in the criminal world took place,” one of the operatives said. - I'm sure that Vovchik is now on all shooters, in all taverns, and will only talk about it!

“Wait,” Mikhail said, “no matter how the other way around…

The first operations of RUOP

An armed clash between criminal gangs has been prevented. Golyanov's gang was going to sort things out with competitors. During the lightning-fast operation, RUOP operatives detained 39 people, who seized 8 Finnish knives, 21 baseball bats, 2 home-made brass knuckles and 7 masks with slits for the eyes.

The operation to detain members of the Georgian criminal group was carried out in the Paradise Corner restaurant on Kuusinen Street. Among the detainees was 53-year-old Shakro Kakachia, one of the largest authorities in the underworld and a thief in law. During a personal search, Kakachia was found to have 18.5 g of poppy straw and three ampoules with a solution of morphine. A few hours later, after being entered into the RUOP card index, most of the detainees were released, but Shakro Kakachia, who was caught red-handed and famous in the criminal environment, remained in the detention center.

The real battle on a Moscow street took place during an operation to detain active members of the Koptev criminal group involved in several facts of extortion and other more serious crimes. It began with the fact that, leaving the main forces nearby, employees of the capital RUOP in two cars drove up to the Koptev baths, where, according to operational data, the wanted gang members had gathered. But unexpectedly, they saw the three most serious suspects right at the door of the baths and, on the move, decided to immediately detain them. However, the operatives did not notice two gangster jeeps standing nearby, where, as it turned out later, there were armed guards. Seeing that the authorities were in danger, the militants opened fire on the police from pump-action rifles. The operatives, in turn, lay down behind the cars and began to shoot back. During the skirmish, two policemen were seriously wounded. The criminals also suffered losses - two militants were seriously injured, one of whom soon died. Hearing the shots, the officers of the RUOP, who were in ambush, hurried to the scene, where they also entered the battle. Soon they managed to detain the criminals, from whom several pump-action shotguns of the most modern design were seized. In the course of further searches in the cars and apartments of the detainees, the investigators found several more Winchesters and large sums in foreign currency. From that moment, the rout of the Koptev group began. Over the next few days, several large-scale operations were carried out, as a result of which almost all the remaining accomplices of the bandits were detained.

The first nightclubs

Many organized crime leaders meet with businessmen about investing their capital in various commercial projects. The most profitable at that time were banking and the so-called business on vacation. Night clubs, casinos, discos began to appear in Moscow. Simple equipment, almost the simplest type of activity, gave enormous profits.

Night club

Alexander, wandering around the city with Sylvester, only thought about how everything turned out to be simple: he rented a room, equipped it with the appropriate equipment, set up playing tables - that's all, turn on the counter, sit and wait for the profit that goes on and on and on. "Black cash" was a river. No checks...

By that time, the state's tax control over gaming and show business was practically zero. The owners of these establishments received huge profits.

Night club "Arlekino" has become the coolest club in the capital. Its owners invited not only famous pop domestic performers, but also foreign pop stars. Until recently, they could only be seen on video cassettes.

The owners of the club were two bosom friends who, in the recent past, during the stagnation, worked in one of the Moscow restaurants. One of them was the manager, the other was the bartender. Entrepreneurial friends, seeing the new time and feeling the benefits of the cooperative movement, quickly found the right niche.

Aleksey and Pavel knew Sylvester closely from their previous work in the restaurant. He was their roof at that time. Naturally, friends, opening a nightclub, turned to Sylvester, since their relationship was quite good, one might say, friendly.

By that time, Sylvester already had significant authority in Moscow. He took part in all major thieves' gatherings, the so-called peaceful shooters, where certain economic or criminal problems were discussed. And although Sylvester was not a thief, Alexander all the time saw how, seeing him off, certain representatives of criminal structures, most often related to thieves in law, treated him with great respect. At the same time, sitting in the car and meeting his boss, Alexander saw how many cast unkind glances in the direction of Sylvester. This was especially true for the "peak" - thieves of Caucasian origin.

When friends came to Sylvester with the idea of ​​opening a club, he met them with great understanding and actively took up this project with them. In the near future, friends quickly made repairs, decorated the premises accordingly, and at first began to invite future guests and regular customers to their club for free.

Gradually, the club began to unwind. But from the moment the first profit was received, the first problems immediately arose among friends.

How the brothers rested

Two days after his return, Alexei woke up later than usual. At about eleven o'clock in the morning he was awakened by a phone call. Picking up the phone, he heard Edik's voice.

- Lech, brother! Happy Birthday to You! Congratulations! I wish you, most importantly, good health, which is essential for our work! Well, how are we walking today?

- We walk, we walk, - Alexei answered, not yet waking up to the end. – Today, as usual, at Arlekino. Pull yourself up by seven o'clock.

Alexey was preparing to celebrate his birthday in advance. A week later, some guys began to hint that it was necessary to celebrate it. Businessmen, representatives of criminal structures, expensive prostitutes mostly gathered in Arlekino. There was a kind of party here. The Bratva discussed the latest events of their difficult and dangerous life, communicated with representatives of other structures. And here, in Arlekino, there was an unspoken law: no power conflicts and lawlessness. Even if on one evening two opposing factions were walking in the club, which were in a serious war between themselves, there should not be any conflict, no quarrel in this club. Here, the representatives of the lads exchanged phone numbers, appointed shooters with other brigades, had a conversation with their businessmen, and “shot” the girls. In general, life in Arlekino was in full swing.

Alexey arrived at the club at about six o'clock in the evening. There were few people. The stage where the stars of domestic and foreign pop music performed is still empty. However, a full house on this day is guaranteed - by midnight they expected the performance of the Bravo group.

Alexey went through the hall and found the manager.

“I have tables booked today,” Alexei said. My surname is Sinitsyn.

“Yes, yes, I know,” the manager said helpfully, pointing to the far corner of the hall, where there were six or seven tables. For twenty-five people.

"That's right," Alexei nodded.

What time do you expect guests?

How will they arrive...

Alexei walked over to the tables. They were served to the highest standard - there were already expensive delicacies, beautiful appetizing salads, mineral water and several bottles of champagne, fruits and flowers. Everything is fine. He looked around the room. The audience today was ordinary: short-haired guys with powerful napes, in club jackets, pretty, expensively dressed girls, obviously working prostitutes. Nothing special.

But soon the attention of Alexei was attracted by a group that entered the hall. It consisted of five Slavs and two Caucasians. Soon a waitress came up to them and took their order. Then other representatives of the lads began to approach their table, trying to pay their respects. Alexei realized that the “cool” ones had come. It was not difficult to determine the owner in this group. Two men stood out. One - a Caucasian - was about forty-five years old, the other - a Slav - about forty. Both in dark suits and black turtlenecks, behaved very confidently, not paying attention to their companions, who were their guards. Finally, a plump woman approached them, and a man in a dark suit began to point out to her the girls who were sitting at a distance. He was choosing a heifer for himself, Alexei realized.

The Caucasian chose two girls at once - one blonde, the other brunette, who immediately sat down at his table. Alexey did not like the Caucasian and the Slav at once. He felt that something could happen in this club, although the reputation of Arlekino was impeccable - no quarrels, let alone fights or stabbings with shots. Although outside the gates of the club this happened often.

Soon Alexei's friends began to gather. The first to arrive were Edik and Konstantin, who, having kissed the birthday man tightly, presented him with a car radio and an antique dagger. Then others began to arrive. Everyone brought a gift. Finally, when almost everyone was assembled, Sergey and Vitalik appeared. They were in expensive suits, white shirts with dark ties. Approaching Alexei, warmly congratulating him, Vitalik handed him an envelope:

- This is for you from us. The first part of our gift.

- And the second part, - Sergey continued, - is waiting for you a little later.

Everyone sat down at the tables. The toasts were monotonous - mostly they drank for health, for happiness, for luck. Someone timidly said - for success in sports. "Which sport! thought Alexei. “Sports is long over!” Then came the toasts to the cops, with jokes that turned into funny cases, jokes about the cops. It was fun.

Suddenly, Alexei noticed that one of the young boys, Volodya, who was Sergei's personal driver and bodyguard, was walking along the hall in their direction. Next to him is a very beautiful girl. After waiting for Volodya and the girl to come to the table, Sergei got up, poured expensive wine into a glass, knocked on it and said:

- Friends! Brotherhood! I want to drink to the birthday boy again. I want to warmly congratulate him and wish him not only a hundred pounds of health, as everyone wished, but also a sea of ​​love. And as an addition to this toast and as the second part of our gift, - he looked at the smiling Vitalik, - I give this to my brother, my good friend Alyoshka. Take it brother! Sergei pointed to the girl. He turned to Alexei, hugged him and whispered in his ear: - This is one of the most expensive prostitutes in Moscow. By the way, her night is worth a thousand bucks. But for you, bro, nothing is a pity. So take it! - And continued loudly: - Just don't attack right away. First, let's sit, have fun, talk about life!

Everyone laughed together.

Alexey was touched by such a gift. The girl sat across from him and glared at him. She really was very beautiful. She looked to be twenty or twenty-two years old. Alexey no longer thought about friends, there was only one thing in his head - the evening would end as soon as possible!

Suddenly Alexei's attention was attracted by a noise in the hall. He looked to the right and noticed that something was wrong at the table where the Caucasian with the Slav and the girls were sitting. The Caucasian was dissatisfied with something. He was gesticulating animatedly, shouting something loudly, but it was hard to hear him. Alexei turned to Sergei and said:

Who are they, do you know them?

- These are well-known personalities in our circles.

Is this our friend?

- How can I tell you ... And not a friend, and not an enemy. But closer all the same to the enemies.

By midnight, the Bravo group appeared with Valery Syutkin. The group immediately got the audience. After the second song, everyone was already near the stage, dancing. Someone grabbed Alexei's gift - dear prostitute - and led her to dance. Alexei wanted to get up, but Sergei held him by the hand.

Don't be afraid, it's yours. Let it dance! And we'll talk a little. I wanted to strain you tomorrow for one very serious job ...

- What problems! Alexey said. Anytime, just tell me!

“The situation has changed a little,” Sergey said, putting his hand on his shoulder. - Just don’t be scared - they put a “watchdog” on you.

- What does it mean? Alex was surprised.

In short, they follow you. You are wanted.

- Who? And how do you know?

- We have connections with the mentor. There is something "stirred up" in relation to you. I don't know, maybe Gloomy, maybe one of his colleagues. So far, nothing serious, just passed that you are wanted.

- What am I on the wanted list if I move freely? Any traffic cop can stop me at any moment and check my documents! Alex was surprised.

I don't know all the intricacies of their work. In short, you are wanted - and that's it. And how, what - I do not know. Don't be afraid, there's nothing behind you. If something happens, God forbid, don't worry, our lawyers will get you out! So take a week off now. Especially don't flicker - take the girl and rest. From tomorrow you have been booked a suite in one of the boarding houses near Moscow - by the way, the former boarding house of the Council of Ministers. - Sergey took a napkin and, taking out a pen from his side pocket, began to write down the address. - Ask the administrator, say that from me. And you can have a good time tonight too. - And, taking another napkin, Sergei began to draw again. - Here, on the embankment, not far from the "Drummer", there is a barge. This is a Korean restaurant. There is good Korean cuisine, we love to relax there with the guys. By the way, have you been there? He looked inquiringly at Alexei.

– No, I have never been.

Nothing, it's easy to find. Ask Korean Chen. He is their senior, like a manager. There are numbers there. A room for the night costs three hundred or five hundred bucks - I don't remember. Normal cabin type room. Take your girlfriend and spend the night there. Okay? And one more thing, - Sergey added, - you, bro, go now. Your friend is in the car, waiting with my driver. And we'll all slowly disperse.

- Why so fast? It seems like a little walk ... - Alex was surprised.

“You see, I feel something is going to happen today. I don't like the environment very much. He nodded towards the Caucasian table.

"Okay," Alexey agreed. "But maybe I'll still stay?" Will I be nice?

- Don't worry, little brother! We'll solve everything without you, if anything, we'll manage. You go slowly. - Sergei gently pushed Alexei to the exit.

Crime chronicle

The criminal showdown around Arlekino began back in 1993, when the Orekhovskaya and Baumanskaya criminal gangs tried to take this institution under their roof. The groups could not agree, and soon a war broke out between them. At that time, the Orekhovskys were forced to fight on two fronts - in addition to the Baumans, they were at enmity with the Chechen group. Therefore, the Orekhov ringleader Sylvester attracted the Kurgan people to his side. Kurgans were needed primarily for power actions. They were called killers for one-time use: they came to Moscow, did the work and left. In such cases, finding the killer is almost impossible. One of the most skilled assassins was a former policeman Alexander Solonik. He was entrusted with the most responsible tasks.

Bauman group leader

Its leader was the famous thief in law Viktor Dlugach, nicknamed Globus. How the thief of the Globe was baptized by representatives of the Caucasian criminal elite. With his help, the “peak” wanted to strengthen their position in Moscow, shaken due to the strengthening of the “Slavic” groups at that time.

Gradually, Globus began to gain authority and assembled a team from both the inhabitants of the Bauman region and representatives of the Transcaucasian republics. Initially, his team worked with some service stations, where they had a share of the income. The Bauman group, together with Globus, had a weakness for cars, so Globus did a large part of its business and roofs by providing security services to all kinds of parking lots, service stations and car dealerships, which have recently begun to gain momentum more and more, there are a lot of them in Moscow. They talked about the fact that the reputation of a lawless person was established behind the Globe. He took away cars, he could run into other people's commercial outlets with the militants and demand that the tax be redirected to security. On his orders, members of the group threw two grenades at one of the Moscow parking lots in order to “cure” opponents of excessive independence. At the Globe there were constantly about a dozen people who prefer to act not by persuasion, but by fists. Globus himself never appeared without bodyguards, never parted with weapons. He even said: "If they try to take us, it will cost them more." At the same time, the Globe had both enemies and friends. Of course, with his uncompromising, assertive and cruel character, he also found allies who bowed to him and made a certain bet on him. But at the same time, no one liked his lawlessness even among the toughest mafiosi. Dissatisfaction with the Globe among the "Slavic" criminal elite grew, many wanted to end it.

And now Sylvester had another meeting with the Globe. Each time, going with his patron to such a meeting, Alexander was constantly worried, since any trick could be expected from the lawless person, from the numerous guards accompanying the Globe. And today's meeting was dictated by yesterday's tough behavior of the Globe. Yesterday, at the end of the day, Globus unexpectedly drove into the Arlekino nightclub and in a harsh manner demanded that the owners Alexei and Pavel urgently redirect the tax to its structure. The owners tried to object, but Globus did not even listen to them.

- I said - tomorrow, and that's it! he warned them sternly.

It is quite natural that Alexei and Pavel immediately called Sylvester and told him about what had happened. Sylvester was furious.

The next day, an arrow with a Globe was appointed. It took place in a small cozy cafe in the center of Moscow. Alexander was now driving to this arrow in three cars. Together with Sylvester, his friend Dvoechnik and Lenya Kleshch rode. The escort group, in addition to Alexander, was represented by Vadik and Slavka, as well as several other militants from the Far Eastern brigade.

The cars slowly drove up to the cafe where the meeting was scheduled. The globe was already in place. Alexander noticed that there were parked cars on the platform in front of the cafe: a BMW, a jeep, a Mercedes - it was probably Globus's Mercedes, armored - and a few more simpler cars. The militants from the Bauman group greeted the arrivals in silence. No one nodded to anyone, although they met each other more than once. Alexander realized that relations were tense, and the militants, looking at their leader, clearly monitored the situation, when and how to behave. Of course, Alexander had attended various meetings before. But always, when any disputes arose, the militants, to whom he himself belonged, always communicated with each other normally, in a friendly way - they shook hands with each other, asked how things were going, talked about abstract topics. Today the situation was different. Alexander felt the hostility and strained relations of the militants from the Globus guard towards them.

There were practically no customers in the cafe. In the corner sat Globus, with him some guy and two beautiful girls, the next girlfriends of Globus. Sylvester looked at Globus with great surprise, but nevertheless went with the Loser and Lenya to his table. Alexander and Vadik sat at the opposite table. Nearby sat the protection of the Globe - the same healthy pitching, several of them were Caucasians.

Sylvester walked over to the table. Globus, without getting up, greeted him very coldly. The conversation began. No words could be heard, but Alexander easily guessed that at first the conversation was about on what basis and why, in violation of all traditions, these girls were present here, since Sylvester constantly nodded in their direction. Probably, Globus answered that this was his business, he was the master here and no one could order him. He is a crook, and Sylvester is nobody. Soon the girls were nevertheless sent to another table. The conversation has begun. But at the same time, he was on a high note. Globus constantly shook his head and waved his hand upwards, probably appealing to his patrons from the Caucasian elite. The conversation was mainly between Sylvester and Globe. All others were silent.

Soon, after about twenty minutes, the meeting ended in nothing, as they left without shaking hands. Everyone left the room.

Approaching the car, Alexander felt how someone from the Bauman group, having gone out onto the porch, showed the guards, gave the go-ahead with his hand. What did it mean? Alexander groped for a gun. Is there going to be a shootout now? Did they give the command to exterminate the guests? But Sylvester confidently and coolly got into the car. Only Lenya got into the car with Sylvester. The loser went to another car. Alexander hurried to take a seat in the back seat. The car moved smoothly. The Globe fighters quietly let them through. After driving a few meters, Sylvester cursed and, turning to Lena, began to say:

- What a man! How he behaves! I brought some women to a serious arrow! He talks some nonsense, constantly runs into me ... The same text goes: I am a thief, you are nobody ... Yes, I could have been a thief already three times, if not four times. I was persuaded, but I do not want it. And all the time he only talks about this: I am a swindler, and you are nobody! A strange man… He constantly appeals to Otari.

“Otari supports him,” said Lenya Kleshch.

- Yes, I know. They have their own commercial interests. The trouble is, we can't touch him. If we touch him, there will be a war. There are certain forces behind the Globe. But at the same time, he does not make any compromise - he rested, and that's it! For us, this nightclub is like a bone in the throat. I'm not happy anymore that this is happening. But, you see, bro, I have no choice. I have to solve this problem. Now all of Moscow is watching our dispute with him!

- Ivanych, why are you trying to convince me? - said Lenya Kleshch. - I'm with you. You say wet - let's go tomorrow to bring down everyone. Just say!

“Wait, Lenchik, don’t interfere,” Sylvester interrupted him. - Let me talk. We must solve this problem with the Globe, and certainly in our favor. You understand? If we don't solve it, then our authority will be crushed!

“Ivanovich,” Lenya Kleshch stopped him. – I have one thought. And he ordered the driver to slow down. - Let's go out and talk.

They got out of the car. Alexander knew that from time to time such conversations in private with Sylvester took place with many people. Although he trusted Alexander, it is probably better for two to know the secret than for three. Lenya Kleshch took out a notebook and began to say something to Sylvester. He nodded his head. Ten minutes later they returned to the car and drove on.

Sylvester, apparently, was thinking about something, having received information from Leni Klesch. It was probably some kind of solution to the problem with the Globe. Finally Sylvester turned and asked:

- Is he on the run now?

- On the run. He has two shoots, - Lenya Kleshch explained. - Wanted. But he's a very smart guy. And most importantly, he is not a Muscovite. Nobody knows him.

Alexander realized that Lenya Kleshch was offering some visiting killer to eliminate Globus.

The conflict between Bauman and Orekhovskaya lads

On April 10, one of the major criminal authorities in Russia, thief in law Valery Dlugach, nicknamed Globus, was killed.

On the night from Friday to Saturday (from April 9 to 10), as usual, the disco "At LIS" Sa was held in the Olimpiysky sports complex. Among other guests, Dlugach was also present. At about half past four in the morning on April 10, he went out with his bodyguard from the disco and went to a white Chevrolet standing a few meters from the entrance. It was at this moment from above (from a ramp not guarded by the security service) that an unknown sniper fired an aimed shot at him from an SKS carbine. Dlugach was killed on the spot Ricocheting, the bullet hit the knee of the senior police sergeant, who was on duty at that moment at the exit.

Killing the Globe

Nightclub "Olympic" was visited by a specific audience. Frequent guests of this establishment were bandits of above average level, businessmen, also of not very high rank, and, of course, prostitutes serving both. Alexander also divided the women in the club into three categories. Firstly, expensive prostitutes, the most numerous in the club - they immediately caught the eye with an independent look, good clothes and excellent cosmetics. Secondly, the so-called business women are businesswomen. It was strange for Alexander that they were arranging business meetings in such a place. And, thirdly, the wives and mistresses of businessmen, as well as bandits, who could also be identified by specific behavior, they were well dressed, with a lot of gold jewelry.

The evening at the nightclub was in full swing. From time to time, performers changed on the stage, some groups performed. Sometimes, in the opposite corner, a disc jockey played trendy tunes. The audience danced, it was fun.

Alexander walked around the hall, from time to time bumping into acquaintances. He soon noticed that seven people had entered the hall. Short-cropped hair, impudent looks and swagger of manners, expensive but tasteless clothes, and most importantly, internal aggression that comes out - all this spoke of their belonging to the world of Russian crime. Among them was the Globe.

Finding a free table, they sat down and called the waitress over. She immediately approached them. They ordered some booze. Soon a female pimp approached them. Alexander knew her very well. She offered to choose girls. Meanwhile, the evening continued. But Alexander was not up to fun, and even more so not to girls. He knew that he had an important task. It is no coincidence that the day before, Sylvester clearly explained to him his duties - to monitor the Globe, and most importantly - to go outside with him, and go out without anyone noticing. Therefore, Alexander's route in the nightclub consisted of a path from the bar to the table where he sat.

Once again overcoming this distance, he suddenly collided head-on with the guard of the Globe. He immediately recognized him.

“Oh, bro,” the burly guard snorted. - Are you alone?

“One,” Alexander nodded his head.

- And where is your elder? the guard asked in surprise.

- Yes, I'm alone here, with a heifer, - said Alexander and stepped aside.

“Well, now they have identified me,” he thought, “and if something happens, a disassembly will begin, they can certainly point to me. But, on the other hand, you never know who is here today ... Half of the criminal Moscow has gathered here!

Indeed, from time to time different people approached the Globe's table, the same short-haired authorities, greeted him. Who sat down at the table, who, after talking a little, stepped aside. Globus did not dance, he sat at a table and had some conversations. From time to time he talked to the girls.

Alexander knew that other guys were waiting for him outside. There were Vadim, who was the driver today, and Slavka. He guessed that Slavka was called by an understudy. But he didn’t know that Slavka’s role also included the elimination of Solonik if he was “accepted” by the cops or taken away by the lads.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, the Globe began to gather. At half past three, accompanied by seven people, Globus slowly walked out of the club doors into the light-filled parking lot. Alexander was on the other side of the exit, by the car. Suddenly, he heard a pop. He raised his head and saw that at a distance of forty meters, beyond the barrier of the ramp, the silhouette of a man flickered. He turned his gaze to the Globe. He suddenly grabbed his side and began to slowly sink to the ground. The lads accompanying him instantly realized that this was a murder. The panic began. Someone screamed. One of the guards pulled out a pistol and began firing into the air.

- We'll get you! he shouted. - We'll get it!

One of the people standing in the parking lot rushed sharply. Part of the guards accompanying the Globe rushed after him. It was an acquaintance of Globus, a certain Italian. The Italian rushed to his car, trying to leave the scene, and the Globe gang thought that he was the killer, and quickly "dealt with" him. Then some of the people quickly returned to Globus, grabbed his body and dragged him into the Mercedes, which immediately headed towards the Sklifosovsky hospital. Alexander understood that the road to the Sklifosovsky hospital would take at least fifteen minutes. So the Globe is wounded...

Alexander got into the car and left.

Crime chronicle

The next day, all the media reported on the mysterious murder of the Globe kingpin. But Globe's death was not the only one. A day later, at half past five in the evening, on Stroiteley Street, not far from the Universitet metro station, the body of the general director of the Interformula limited liability partnership, Anatoly Semenov, known in the criminal environment under the loud nickname Rambo, was discovered. Semyonov was shot dead in the entrance of his house with a Makarov pistol. Two bullets hit the stomach, and the third, the so-called control shot, hit the head.

Globe and Rambo knew each other well.

The murder of Globus had a huge resonance in the criminal world of Moscow. Sylvester, who had been in his country cottage all this time, sent the guys to collect information. The lads need to find out at all kinds of parties, in nightclubs, in bars, what are the main jambs that fall on the murder of the Globe. It soon became clear that the first jamb - primarily on the thieves themselves, who gave the go-ahead for the murder of the Globe for allegedly his lawlessness and nasty character. The second - on Sylvester for his conflict, which the whole capital knew about, and the third - allegedly for money related to the oil trade. Globus was a participant in this business.

The body of V. Dlugach did not have time to rest in the ground (on April 15 he was buried in Aprelevka near Moscow), as his associates were already scouring the capital in search of killers. First, in a hurry, they decided that the murder was inspired by the Caucasians. Therefore, already literally at the same "Olympic" the avenger's knife overtook the criminal authority of Orakhelashvili. But the response was not long in coming.

Soon the Orekhovskys are having a showdown with the authority of Viktor Kogan (Monya), who, being an authority, marveled at such impudence and frankly “sent” the Orekhovskys. But, as we see, he somewhat overestimated his capabilities, did not take into account that the current youth criminal formations are particularly cruel and do not look at authorities.

On April 13, at about 20.00, young militants armed with PM and TT pistols burst into the slot machine hall and shot those present.

Representatives of the Orekhovskaya group killed the authority of the capital's criminal world, Viktor Kogan ... He and his bodyguard Andrei were shot with Makarov pistols in the premises of the slot machine hall controlled by them in Orekhovo-Borisovo. Kogan himself was killed "in the finish" - a control shot was fired after he fell from his wounds. As a result of the ensuing skirmish, one of the attackers was killed - a member of the Orekhov youth group, 17-year-old Alexei Smochkov. The hall was completely destroyed by baseball bats. After the pogrom, its participants terrorized all passers-by on the nearby streets, brutally beat and robbed innocent people.

On June 22, the 6th department of the MUR (combating banditry) carried out a successful operation near the Hanoi restaurant on 60th Anniversary of October Avenue, as a result of which the thief in law Jamal Mikeladze, nicknamed Arsen, was detained. That evening, he acted as an arbitrator in a dispute between several criminal gangs. In total, 16 people were detained during this operation. During the search of the cars and the personal search of the detainees, the police found a large number of edged weapons, including metal rods, rubber and telescopic batons, knives and baseball bats.

The next day, June 23, when Arsen was in the pre-trial detention center in Lefortovo, at 11:10 am, the famous thief in law, 63-year-old Rafail Baghdasaryan, nicknamed Svo, died. His name at one time thundered not only in the territory of the former USSR, but also in the vastness of the USA, Germany, the Benelux countries ... He received his first term at the age of 14 and has since been prosecuted 15 times, having 34 years of prison experience behind him . In 1972, he was initiated into thieves in law.

The police responded to the bandit lawlessness with their preventive measures. They unexpectedly came to the apartments where the militants of the groups lived and carried out searches or searches. Depending on the result, the fate of the militant was decided.

I spent most of Saturday at home watching TV. About eight o'clock in the evening, the doorbell suddenly rang. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. A neighbor was standing on the landing, holding a glass in her hands. I opened the door...

Immediately, several people in civilian clothes and a police officer broke into my apartment. A little further away stood people with machine guns, in uniform, similar to the "Alfa". “That’s it,” I think, “is Sasha really passed?! And Sevka said - nothing will be revealed ... "

They seized me by the arms and led me into a room that served as our living room. By that time, the operatives were all in the corridor and closed the door behind them. Another neighbor appeared from somewhere - as a witness.

- Well, let's get acquainted, Oleg, - said one of the operatives. – My surname is Kuzmichev. I am the head of the investigative team. Here, they came to you. It's good that you ended up at home, otherwise you would have created a headache - both for us and for your guys too. He put his hand on my shoulder. - Did the operatives warn you that you need to leave Moscow? You did not listen to them - now answer!

My thoughts began to get confused. I began to think feverishly - did Sashka betray us ?! Is this the end? Are we going to go under the execution article?

No, it couldn't happen so quickly. But why then did they come?

“Calm down,” I thought, “we need to calm down, get together. The main thing is not to panic, to pull yourself together ... "

Stop! I have a barrel on my balcony! In the box where the potatoes are stored ... Now I'm definitely a khan! I began to calculate how much they can give me for the barrel. In my opinion, up to three years ... No, up to five. Well, that's all, the zone is guaranteed! What if they don't find it? Okay, you need to calm down...

Meanwhile Kuzmichev continued:

- So, yes. Familiarize yourself with the search warrant, signed by the prosecutor of the city of Moscow. Therefore, I suggest that we don’t disturb your nest too much, give it to you voluntarily.

- What should I give? I asked.

“Weapons, money, drugs,” Kuzmichev explained. - However, as I heard, you do not indulge in drugs.

“I wonder where he got this information from?” I thought.

“I won’t give anything away, I don’t have anything,” I said. And he turned to the neighbors: - By the way, these people are trying to slander me. I ask you to be careful. I don't have any weapons or drugs in my apartment. And if they find something, it means they planted it themselves. I ask you to take this into account!

“Oleg,” Kuzmichev said reproachfully, “you take us for others!” Do you really think we're going to do "chemistry"? Something to throw you or slip? Why do we need it? We already have enough grounds to hold you criminally liable. Well, if you don't want to voluntarily…” He pulled out a greenish sheet of paper folded in half, on which I read: “Search protocol”, and, taking a pen, began to fill out the form.

“May I look at the search warrant again?” I asked.

- Of course, hold on! And he handed me a piece of paper. I saw the inscription: “Prosecutor of the city of Moscow. I decide: to conduct a search of an active member of a criminal group ... living at the address ... in order to identify items related to the instruments of crime.

But there was nothing said about Sasha. So we are a criminal gang? Okay, let's see who else they arrest... The main thing is not to panic.

In the meantime, the operatives began a search. They approached the video equipment, began to remove the panel from the video, from the TV, thinking that there was a weapon there. Another began to carefully examine the closet with clothes. The third went to the balcony ... "That's it, - I think, - another five minutes - and they will find the trunk!"

I glanced at the operative on the balcony. Kuzmichev, apparently, noticed this and understood, as an experienced detective, that I had something there.

- Stop! - he said and turned to the operative on the balcony: - Take a closer look at what lies there. The client is nervous!

I didn’t have much on the balcony - two wheels with tires from an old car, a box of potatoes, in which there was a gun, and another box with tools. The operative first took up the tools. He carefully looked through everything inside, but found nothing there. Then he went to the box of potatoes and began to rummage through it with his hand.

My heart was beating wildly. It seemed to me that now he would rake a small layer of potatoes and pull out a plastic bag with a TT pistol from there ...

The operative didn't find anything. He went to the tires, began to shake them. Then he let the air out of one tire and began to feel it carefully. He probably thought that it was in my tires that something was hidden - weapons, drugs or money. He even dragged the tire into the house. I kept looking at him. And Kuzmichev looked at me intently.

The operative began to disassemble the tire, separating it from the camera.

“Wait,” Kuzmichev told him, “let’s better take her with us.” Write down in the protocol: a tire, a mobile phone, three notebooks, an amount of money are confiscated ... What is the amount?

The operative began counting the money in my wallet. Then I remembered that under my bed there was a shoe box full of money, brought by us from the market ... “That's it, my money,” I thought. “Now they’ll find the box!” But the operatives did not even come close to the box.

A few minutes later I was handcuffed and taken for interrogation.

– Where are you taking me? I asked.

“To the Central District, to interrogate,” Kuzmichev answered.

When we got into the car, Kuzmichev sat next to me. He traditionally put one handcuff on my hand, the second on his own. We were silent all the way. I wondered where they were taking me. Three options - to Petrovka, where the MUR was located, to Shabolovka, where the Moscow RUOP was located, or they could be taken to Lubyanka, where the FSB was located. But the car headed towards Petrovka. Suddenly, we turned right and drove off to the side. Strange, where are we going? Clearly, not on Petrovka...

Soon the car crossed the Oktyabrskaya Square, and we drove into Shabolovka. A familiar address - Shabolovka, 6, Moscow RUOP ...

The car stopped. Kuzmichev said:

- Get out!

I got out of the car. Entering a small courtyard, we approached a three-story building. I already knew that this was the building of the Moscow RUOP.

We walked past the duty policeman on the ground floor, who was sitting near a small table, and they left me at the first door. Kuzmichev fastened the second handcuff on my hand and said:

- You stay here for now, get bored, and we will call you. And he entered the first room.

I looked around. It was already about ten in the evening, there were no people around, only a policeman stood alone at the table. Behind him were glass doors that opened easily. The corridor was empty. “So,” I thought, “what if we try to run away? There is a chance! And I'm free! There is no one around! And if this is done on purpose so that I run, and at that time they will start shooting, and then they will say - an attempt to escape ... What should I do?

Suddenly, an operative in dark trousers and an equally dark shirt came out of the nearest door, belted with a special holster, from which a Makarov protruded. He turned to the attendant:

“Go tell these Gavriks to at least turn off the car!”

– What is it? the policeman was surprised.

- Yes, they are sitting, waiting, and the exhaust gases from the car are right at our window! We are suffocating!

The attendant came out and shouted something to those sitting in the car. From there, several operatives got out. “Thank God,” I thought with relief, “that I didn’t succumb to this temptation, I didn’t run! Now I would jump out - and immediately warm to them! I would have been shot immediately…”

Finally Kuzmichev appeared at the door.

“Oleg, come in,” he said and let me into the room.

I entered. It was some kind of photo lab. They put me against the wall and began to take pictures - first full face, then in profile, against the background of a special long ruler that showed my height. They gave me a sign, where my surname and first name had already been typed, there was some number.

Then another operative took a video camera and started filming me, forcing me to turn around. After this procedure, my fingerprints were taken. Fingers are dirty. Some kind of gray rag was thrown to me:

- On, dry yourself!

- Well, Oleg, the procedure is over, now let's go to the conversation, - said Kuzmichev and pushed me out into the corridor.

We went up to the second floor. We stopped in front of the door, on which hung a sign with the number of some department. All departments there were designated only by numbers - the fifth, sixth, seventh and so on. The numbering of the departments spoke of their secrecy. “I wonder what is the number of the department where they will interrogate me? I thought. “Maybe I’ll calculate something from it ... Although what’s to be guessed now, they will still ask specific questions, and it will turn out what they want from me ...”

- So, - said Kuzmichev, - I want to tell you right away that now between us is just a conversation, a heart-to-heart conversation. We will not keep any protocol, because tomorrow the investigator will interrogate you, and he will keep the protocols.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I said.

- Yes, indeed, Saturday, - smiled Kuzmichev, - but, given the special danger of your gang, on Saturday we will be forced to work with you and with your people.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said.

- Now you know. So here's what interests me. Tell me, please, just for the sake of curiosity, - Kuzmichev moved his chair closer to me, - what did you want to do in the market? And he named the market. – What problems to solve?

After the first question, everything became clear to me. So Sasha didn't say anything.

What are you talking about, I don't understand...

- Well, how? About your countryman, Alexander, who is wanted. You, I hope, are aware that he was detained and seriously injured? By the way, he confessed everything.

“But if he confessed, then why are you asking me?”

- We are obliged to ask you, at least to clarify the facts that he gave us.

“You ask specific questions,” I said, “which I will answer. I will not tell you anything extra, because there is nothing extra.

“Listen,” Kuzmichev suddenly turned to me, “did you see, we filmed you with a “pipe”?

- Which "pipe"?

- On a video camera. Do you want us to show you on TV tomorrow in all programs? To have a lot of affected people write complaints about you at once? Do you want this? Do you want your criminal case to be stuffed with many episodes? For God's sake, we will provide it!

- What do you suggest?

- We offer you to write a sincere confession, and you will go through only one episode. Do you want drugs, do you want weapons, - said Kuzmichev.

“Wait, what weapons, what drugs?” You didn't find anything for me!

“That doesn’t mean that we won’t find anything during a second search…”

- And what right do you have to conduct a second search if I was detained?

“Well, these are already our problems,” Kuzmichev chuckled. – We have such an opportunity. Well, decide!

“I won’t say anything,” I said. “There is nothing behind me.

“You shouldn’t think so,” said Kuzmichev, going up to a small table on which stood a video monitor. - Look what we'll show you! He turned on the record. I saw a bandaged man lying on a hospital bed under a drip. It was Sasha. He said in a weak voice: “I, such and such, confess to committing crimes and killing the thief in law Grom, the criminal authority of the Baron, and also ... - and called some other surname. “All these murders were committed by me.”

Kuzmichev pressed the button. The recording has stopped.

- You see, your friend and accomplice has already confessed to everything!

I understood that if they did not show me the entire tape, then, apart from this confession, they have nothing else, and even more so, there was no mention of me in the recording.

– I do not know any accomplice, and this is the first time I see this person.

- Hello! You and him are from the same city!

- So what? You never know my fellow countrymen walk around Moscow! Now what, for every pickpocket you caught, will you pull me if he turns out to be my fellow countryman? I quipped.

“All right, if you don’t want to talk normally, we’ll be abnormal,” Kuzmichev said irritably. - Your wife, Olesya, will be brought here after a while.

I was thrown into a fever: what does Olesya have to do with it?! How did they find her?

But she's gone!

“And we already found her, at her old home address. We will interrogate her. Moreover, Oleg, we will interrogate in great detail, - Kuzmichev emphasized. - If you are a more or less trained cadre, because this is your profession, then, I think, we will separate it in three minutes. Well, are you going to speak?

- I want to go to the cell, I won’t answer any more questions.

- Okay, into the camera so into the camera! Kuzmichev agreed.

A few minutes later I was locked up in solitary confinement located in the basement of this building.

I began to think: are they really going to bring Olesya?

An hour later, I was again dragged out of the cell for interrogation by Kuzmichev. But this time - for some reason on the third floor. I entered the room and was dumbfounded. Olesya sat at the table, crying, holding a handkerchief in her hands. When she saw me, she exclaimed:

- Olezhek, my love! I love you! How do you? Weren't you beaten here?

“Calm down, Olesya,” I answered, “everything is all right. Nobody touched me.

- Yes, everything! I do not need this lyrical digression! Kuzmichev said harshly. - Get the citizen out!

The operative took Olesya out of the office. From Kuzmichev's mood, I realized that she had not said anything.

“Well, sit down,” Kuzmichev nodded to a chair. Let's continue the conversation.

“I won’t say anything,” I stood my ground.

- Okay, sit and think.

Another operative entered the room.

“Kuzmichev,” he asked, “does your telephone work?”

- Yes, of course, call! Kuzmichev said. - Stop! - And, unexpectedly picking up my mobile phone, handed it to the operative. - Call from here!

- Why should I call from a mobile when I can from a landline, for free? the operative asked in bewilderment.

- Call, call! We here the client lower on money. And the longer you talk, the better! Kuzmichev said.

The operative glanced at me, smiled slyly and said:

- I got you!

He took his cell phone and went into another room.

“To hell with them! Let them bet on money! Let at least a millionth bill be sent by mobile, if only they let go! I thought. - And most importantly - so that nothing is done to Olesya! But they have nothing against Olesya. Yes, and against me, apparently ... Just think, Sasha's confession was shown! It means that they had no choice, it means that they simply decided to put pressure on them ... Or maybe he is no longer alive! And since he is not alive, he is not a witness!

- By the way, how is the state of health of the person you showed on the videotape? I asked Kuzmichev.

“Heavy,” he replied. - He might die.

“Aha,” I thought, “especially since he cannot be my witness!”

I spent a couple more days in RUOP. On the second day, I was transferred to the pre-trial detention center.

Crime chronicle

A new execution, even more noisy and daring, took place at 15 Dimitrova Street, opposite the Gimenei salon, in the office of the Aquarius small business. There, at 4:25 pm, four young people literally riddled three visitors of the Aquarius with pistols. Two of these visitors were very authoritative people in the criminal world. The first - Fedor Ishin, who was convicted three times, nicknamed Fedya Besheny - was a member of the Kazan group and controlled a number of commercial structures in Moscow, guarded show businessmen and famous fashion designers from raids. The second is 49-year-old Amiran Kvantrishvili, the elder brother of the president of the Lev Yashin Charitable Foundation, Otari Kvantrishvili. At one time, Amiran was a card player, a "catalogue", however, excessive vehemence often let him down in the game. Then he became a playwright, a member of the Union of Writers of the RSFSR. However, he did not break his ties with the criminal world and was quoted there very highly.

According to one version, Amiran ended up in the Aquarius office by accident, in company with Ishin. He came to deal with the "firms", behind which stood the Chechens. Before Ishin, a messenger from Lyubertsy, Dolgov, came to the “firms”, and his mission ended sadly for him: he was strangled and left right there in the office. And at 16.25 Ishin, Kvantrishvili and one of their acquaintances came to Aquarius. A few minutes after that, four militants opened aimed fire at the guests. Ishin and Kvantrishvili, who drove up to the office in a BMW car, were killed, and a third visitor was seriously injured. Having done their job, the killers ran outside and got into their car. And at that moment a bomb exploded under her bottom. As a result of the explosion, one of the passengers was killed and another injured. A few hours later, Otari Kvantrishvili himself drove up to the scene and promised that there would be no bloody revenge, that there would be enough blood in general. This phrase was then replicated by many Russian newspapers.

“On August 12, the funeral of Amiran Kvantrishvili took place at the Vagankovsky cemetery. The day after them, Moskovsky Komsomolets wrote: “On the eve of the funeral, the deceased was buried throughout the night in the Church of the Resurrection at the Vagankovsky cemetery. About 2,000 people attended the funeral ceremony. Well-known artists and athletes were present: Iosif Kobzon, Zurab Sotkilava, Archil Gomiashvili, Valery Vasiliev, Ivan Yarygin, Alexander Yakushev, Alexander Tikhonov and many others.

They buried Amiran Kvantrishvili (by the way, a native Muscovite, who was born on Krasnaya Presnya in 1944) opposite the main entrance to the cemetery, not far from the grave of Vladimir Vysotsky ... "

In criminal circles, the title of leader of the “anti-Caucasus” war was assigned to him, and on this basis, the deceased has recently had serious problems. For example, on August 18, 1993, his house in Balashikha was fired upon from a grenade launcher.

And on the evening of December 31, the hand of a certain Grigory Solomatin pulled the trigger of a pistol aimed at Sergei Frolov. G. Solomatin himself was shot dead some time later, and as for the authority from Balashikha, he died three hours later on the operating table.

Criminal layout

In the capital, in addition to a dozen and a half Moscow gangs proper, more than 20 large out-of-town criminal formations are actively operating. Some of them number up to 800 people. All of them are well technically equipped and armed. The criminals managed not only to disguise themselves, but also to create their own clear hierarchical structure.

While some groups sorted out the relationship between themselves with the help of shots, others developed a semi-legal business. In 1993, the phenomenon called financial pyramids enjoyed the highest popularity among the population.

Financial pyramids

It is difficult to say who first came up with the idea to copy the model of American financial pyramids and move them to Russia. But the future financial pyramids are very interested in many leaders of the groups.

Arriving at the Tel Aviv airport, Alexey was shocked by the change in weather - from winter they got into real summer. It cannot be said that it was very hot in Israel at that time - about twenty degrees - but everyone went in jackets and shirts.

Soon they arrived at one of the best hotels in Tel Aviv and each settled in a separate room.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of Alexei's room. Sergey and Vitalik stood on the threshold.

Let's go to the swimming pool! they said.

Everyone went downstairs and, sitting on snow-white plastic trestle beds, sat for a while, and then with pleasure rushed into the clear blue water of the pool. It was warm, the sun was shining brightly. Then they went to a restaurant for lunch. The first business meeting was scheduled for the evening of the same day.

Leaving the hotel after dinner, they caught a taxi. Sergei, sorting through some papers, tried to say something in Hebrew. The driver smiled.

– I understand Russian perfectly. Don't suffer!

Take us to the shop, we need to get dressed and put on shoes. Here is my address. - And Sergey handed the driver a piece of paper. - I can't figure it out...

“I figured out what kind of store this is,” the driver said and stepped on the gas. - You are from Russia?

Yes, we are from Moscow.

- How are you there?

Questions poured in. The driver turned out to be a repatriate who left Russia about ten years ago. He is already firmly established in Israel. Almost all the way he complained about the difficulties of the language, since he had to pass an exam, go to Hebrew courses, get a profession. Before living in Israel, the driver worked as an engineer at one of the "mailboxes". For him, leaving for Israel was at one time a big problem, since there was a concept of secrecy. It was necessary to go to the authorities and prove that he had nothing to do with anything secret. Arriving in Israel, he also faced problems.

- In general, your life is not sugar, - said Sergey.

“No, I am very satisfied with life in Israel,” the driver said.

- Why are you complaining? Vitalik chuckled.

- How do I complain? I'm just telling you about the features of life.

The car stopped in front of the store. It was an eight-story white building. The first two floors were almost entirely made of glass.

When Sergei and his companions approached the doors, they automatically opened. They entered and felt that the air conditioners were working inside - the air was moderately humid and cool. All saleswomen are dressed in white blouses and blue skirts. And almost all of them speak Russian. Having easily picked up their clothes - light trousers, light shirts and jackets, friends changed clothes and began to look like foreigners.

- That's how you can safely go to a meeting with the bankers! Sergey said with satisfaction.

“Are we meeting bankers today?” Alexei asked.

- Yes. We have a new enterprise - the banking business.

By evening, having taken a seat in the hotel restaurant, they began to wait for their future foreign partners.

Sergey was introduced to these businessmen by a certain Yasha, who lived in Odessa for a long time and knew Sergey well before, and at the very beginning of the second wave of Soviet emigration left his homeland and went to Israel. He had colossal connections in almost all areas of activity. Alexei did not understand who contacted whom - either the businessmen turned on Sergei, or he turned on them. But that wasn't the point right now.

The three of them appeared - Yasha, Yuri and Anton. Everyone sat down at a table and started the usual conversation - how did you get there, how do you find Israel ... Finally, Yasha got down to business.

- Lord! he said. - Friends! I see that it's time for us to discuss our business project. Speak, Yuri, - he turned to his colleague.

Yuri adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a large black leather-bound notebook, a gold Parker, from his side pocket, and began to draw a diagram.

- Anton and I have a firm. You and I are uniting into one offshore company, which will be located in Cyprus, - said Yuri and drew an arrow in the direction of the island. - To go there from Israel no more than one night by boat or about three hours by plane from Moscow. Cyprus enjoys colossal capital incentives…

“Tax-free zone,” Anton explained.

- So, we are creating an offshore company in Cyprus with you, - continued Yuri. - Then - he drew an arrow leading to Moscow - we will organize an insurance company - something like a pyramid. Have you heard of this?

The friends shook their heads.

In general, the idea is quite simple. Something like an insurance company is being created. Each contributor contributes their own money. After a month or two, he begins to receive large interest from his money - a hundred, or even two hundred.

- And what is the benefit for our side? Sergei immediately asked.

- Wait, colleagues. This is only an advertising campaign - a lure in order for the friends of this depositor to fall for these one hundred to two hundred percent. They will find out about it and bring their money. Thus, by paying one hundred to two hundred percent to one, we get five to ten of his friends, who will also bring their money. That's the benefit! It turns out something like a pyramid. - Yuri began to draw a new scheme. - The bulk of the money is concentrated at the top, from time to time we transfer some money down ...

- And then everything will depend on our luck. We will immediately convert the money and transfer it to Cyprus. Naturally, you provide us with a roof. Anton and I deal mainly with the financial policy of our company.

“But we can’t pay that kind of money indefinitely!”

“We will invest part of this money in other projects,” Anton intervened. - In addition, such pyramids have already begun to appear in Moscow. The idea is that sooner or later the state will understand the meaning of this business and will definitely shut it down. And here, - Anton paused, - if we are “frozen” for some time by some law or regulation, the payment of money to our depositors, then in two or three months we will be able to “scroll” this money so that they bring us about one hundred percent of net profit.

“Look at the calculations,” Yuri continued. - If you take so much money, - he wrote a few zeros, - then in a month and a half our money will increase ... - And he wrote a new figure. - And no risk!

This proposal interested Sergei. They shook hands.

After the guests left, a married couple appeared. They specially flew here from Moscow and were going to establish their own bank, also based on the principle of the pyramid. Moreover, the husband was much older than his wife. He clearly belonged to Bohemia - well-groomed, in a jacket with a "butterfly", with characteristic manners. From time to time, he said that he had a lot of friends, naming the names of famous pop singers, actors, that if they establish their own bank, they will have a sea of ​​​​clients - for the reason that bohemian people always trust their colleagues.

“Only one thing is required of you,” said the banker, “roof and reliable protection along the line of criminal structures. The scheme of our work will be as follows… - And he began to draw almost the same scheme as the Israeli businessmen Yuri and Anton had just drawn.

“We agree,” Sergey said curtly. - What are your conditions?

Terms have been negotiated. This ended the meeting.

When they were alone, Alexei asked Sergei:

Seryoga, why do we need all this? This is a huge risk!

We don't risk anything. They are the only ones who take risks. Everything rests on them, on their names. And we are in the shadows. Therefore, if there is some kind of disassembly, then there will be zero demand from us. We provide only security activities.

The next day, a meeting was held at the Hilton Hotel with people who were related to criminal structures.

Three hefty guys entered the restaurant and greeted Sergei. Alex immediately recognized one of them. It was Zhenya, who had once worked with Sergei. Then he suddenly disappeared somewhere. Vitalik, leaning over, said to Alexei:

- You probably don’t know ... Zhenya was suspected of murder, he was wanted, that’s why he “dumped” him to Israel ... How are you, Zhenya? he asked the guy.

“I am already an Israeli citizen,” he replied.

- How did you manage that?

- He married a Jewess.

Two of Zhenya's colleagues were representatives of other groups who hastily left Russia. They have now received a residence permit in Israel and hope to receive Israeli citizenship in the near future, although both were typical Russians.

Those who came talked about the charms and negative aspects of life in Israel. In a nutshell, the main disadvantages are the climate and the Arabs, who hate the Jews and are constantly at war with them. Everything else is just fine.

The new repatriates tried their best to persuade Sergei and Vitalik to move to Israel.

- The time will come - maybe we will move, - Sergey answered them, - but it's still too early. We need to finish some business in Russia ...

After staying in Israel for a couple more days, visiting several places of entertainment, Sergey, Alexei and Vitalik returned to Moscow.

Immediately after returning from Israel, Sergei instructed Alexei to come to grips with the projects of the “pyramids”. This took a whole day. It consisted of numerous meetings with the founders of the "pyramids", which took place either in their bank or in some cozy restaurant. At these meetings, he either entered into informal cooperation contracts, or already received a share from existing contracts. He transported money in the usual "diplomats", which the bankers prepared for him in advance.

Judging by the fact that the "diplomats" were full, the amounts in them were considerable. All bills were carefully intercepted with rubber bands and sorted by their value.

Once Aleksey went to a new address, to one of the Moscow banks, which was located on Profsoyuznaya Street. He found it without difficulty. The bank was located in the building of a large Moscow research institute, on the second floor. The pretty secretary kindly asked him to sit down and said that Yuri Abramovich would arrive soon. Alexei refused the offered coffee. He went to the window and looked out into the street. The entrance to the bank was clearly visible from the reception. Soon he saw the lattice gate slowly open and the 300th Mercedes drove in. Following him is an American jeep. The doors of the jeep opened, and two submachine gunners in police uniforms got out. Then the rear door of the Mercedes opened. From there came a fat man.

The secretary saw him and said:

- And here is Yuri Abramovich arrived!

The submachine gunners, blocking the way for everyone, let the banker enter the building. A few minutes later he was in the waiting room. Seeing Alexei, he nodded affably. Alexis peered into his face. He recognized the same Yuri, whom they met in Israel. But he has changed a lot. He dyed his hair dark, gained a lot of weight, and wore oversized smoky glasses. He entered the office and immediately invited Alexei there.

- We seem to have met in Israel? Yuri said holding out his hand.

“Yes, you are right,” Alexei smiled.

“Sit down,” the banker pointed to a chair.

- Yes, I don’t have time, I’m in a hurry ...

“The fact is that there was a small overlay,” said Yuri. - I was now at a partner bank where I keep cash. Today I did not receive the money, or rather, I will receive it a little later. Maybe you will come to my country house?

Alexei thought. On the one hand, an overlay with the issuance of cash can occur. But to trudge to him again, and even to the dacha ...

The banker seemed to read Alexei's thoughts.

- My dacha is not far away, in the nearest suburbs - a very picturesque place, along Rublevka ...

Alexei was curious to see what the banker's dacha was like. In addition, you need to follow Sergey's instructions - be sure to take cash today.

- OK. I will come. Write the address.

The banker took a pen, tore a piece of paper out of his notebook, and began to draw:

- Here is the Rublevskoe highway. Here is the village of Uspenskoye. She goes right, you turn left. Approximately one and a half to two kilometers you will see the state dachas of the Central Committee of the CPSU and the Council of Ministers ...

“Former ones,” Alexei clarified.

- Quite right. Now they are rented out. So, enter the gate, a pass will be issued for you. Cottage number twenty-six. You will go straight along the road between the dachas and the forest, turn right, then immediately left and run into the twenty-sixth dacha. Park the car right here - there is a platform here. I will warn people. So I'll be waiting for you at seven or eight in the evening. Will suit you?

“Yes, it will,” Alexei replied.

- See you then! - said the banker, holding out his hand in parting.

Alexei left the bank. Somewhere inside he had a disturbing foreboding - after all, the amount was considerable. What if the banker specifically lured him to the dacha in order to stage an attack on him or on himself?

Alexey decided to consult with Sergey and began to dial his number. But Sergei was nowhere to be found. The secretary reported that Sergei Mikhailovich was away and she did not know when he would be. Alexey told her several times that Sergey should contact him as soon as he appears.

- Maybe you want to talk to Vitaly Petrovich?

- Okay, let's have it.

- Vitalik, it's me, Lesha.

- What happened, Lesha? Vitalik asked.

“Here the banker owes us a suitcase. Well, he didn't have a suitcase. He invites me to go to his dacha, and even in the evening.

- And what's so special about it? Vitalik said.

– What if something happens?

- Lyosha, you, in my opinion, have seen enough detectives! Take a couple of boys with you for insurance. Let them be "charged" with something. Naturally, they will go in another car, behind you. Well, what can happen to you! Vitalik chuckled. - However, when you arrive, call.

- Okay, I'll do that.

Alexey took three children with him. Two of them were armed. They got into another car.

By evening, both cars went to the banker. We easily got along Rublyovka to the village of Uspenskoye. Having traveled about two kilometers, Alexey saw a green fence, above which one could see huge pine trees covered with snow, and large houses. The houses belonged to the former sanatorium of the Central Committee of the CPSU and were built during the Stalin era. All houses, like the fence, are painted green.

Arriving at the checkpoint, Alexei gave the banker's name and his own. The watchman - a man of about sixty, in the form of a VOKhR - without looking at Alexei, raised the barrier. Alexey entered the territory. The second car, with security, remained behind the checkpoint.

Alexei drove the car himself. It was the new Audi 80 he had bought just a week before. “Yes, well, security! he thought. “Some old man… wow closed object!” He drove slowly along the narrow road between the dachas. Roofs flashed between the pines. Lights were on in many cottages. Jeeps, Mercedes, BMWs were parked at the houses. Here and there one could see black "Volgas".

Soon he saw that in front of him was a large two-story cottage, at the entrance to which there was a familiar Mercedes. Number 26 was visible on the gate. Having parked the car, Aleksey noticed how the door of the dacha opened and a policeman came out, holding a machine gun with his right hand.

- Who are you to?

Alexei gave his last name and first name and patronymic of the banker.

“Come in,” said the policeman.

Entering the room, he saw that a second policeman, also with a machine gun, was sitting on a small sofa. Alexei moved on. He saw a woman in a white apron. It was probably a servant who once served party bosses.

“Yuri Abramovich is waiting for you on the second floor, in his office,” the woman said.

Alexey went forward and got into the oval hall. The old massive furniture from the 1950s has stood there ever since. On a polished nightstand sits the latest Sony Trinitron TV with a huge screen. The screen glowed. Aleksey noticed that the TV set, which apparently had a satellite dish, was tuned to Israel.

Alexei went up to the second floor. There he saw several rooms. One of the doors was ajar.

- Come on, Lesha. It's you? came the banker's voice.

Alexei entered. The study was a large room, about twenty-five square meters. In the corner were small polished bookcases, a massive desk with chairs, and a familiar green lamp. As if everything was transferred here from the Kremlin offices of Stalin's times...

- I see you have retro here! Alexei chuckled.

“Yes, this furniture reminds me of my childhood,” said the banker.

- Childhood?

- Yes. My grandfather was a deputy people's commissar. So when I moved here, I decided not to change any furniture, except, of course, equipment. TV, dishwasher, refrigerator and everything else I put the latest. Well, how did you get there, did you find it easily?

“Yes, everything is fine,” Alexei said. – What do we have with lave?

“There is money,” the banker said, nodding at the “diplomat” standing on the coffee table. Maybe some cognac? Whiskey? the banker suggested.

- No thanks. Firstly, I'm driving, and secondly, I don't drink.

What, you don't drink at all? - Yuri was surprised, suddenly switching to "you".

- I do not drink. I am a sportsman.

- What kind of sport, if not a secret, do you do?

- Karate.

- Oh, karate ... Once, in Israel, I also took karate lessons. But there was not enough strength for great achievements.

The banker handed the suitcase to Alexei, having previously closed the office door. In the "diplomat" were Russian rubles, neatly folded and intercepted with multi-colored rubber bands.

- Here is the amount that we talked about with Sergei. By the way, where is he? Yuri asked. – I need to discuss with him another important project that will give us a lot of money.

Alexei, taking the suitcase, turned to the banker:

– I keep wanting to ask you... You seem to be a smart person... Why do you need us? Can't you think of a security system with your smart head?

“You see,” the banker answered after a pause, “I am a pure businessman. I think I'm a business genius, even if it's immodest. Well, why should I, an entrepreneur, when my head is constantly occupied with various commercial projects, fill it with something related to security? It is easier for me to unfasten money for people like you so that you ensure my safety in certain structures. Everyone must do their job. Correctly? You are geniuses of protection and solving non-standard problems. So?

Alexei nodded his head.

- You, for example, cannot do business ... I do not take into account Sergei Mikhailovich, of course.

- As far as I know, you yourself found us first?

- Of course, because I decided that let it be in a polite, civilized form, than the same as you, then they will come to me and rudely and cruelly take the same thing. Correctly? Yuri grinned, pouring himself whiskey into a brandy glass.

“Yes, that’s right,” Alex confirmed. Let everyone mind their own business.

You have a difficult and dangerous job. You're taking a risk, said the banker.

For some reason, this phrase alerted Alexei: what if this is really a catch? Is there an attack going on right now? He said:

- Can I call from here?

- Of course.

Sergei went to the phone, dialed the office number.

- Hello, this is Sinitsyn speaking. And there is no Vitalik or Sergey?

On the other end of the wire came:

Lech, is that you? What happened to you? Where are you?

- I'm at the banker's. I got everything, I'm going to the office. I hope everything will be ok. And if anything, you yourself know what to do,” he added, knowing that on the other end of the line they did not understand him. But this phrase was designed for a banker. If he was up to something, then Alexei let him know that he foresees possible events.

But the banker paid no attention to this phrase. He poured himself a second glass of whisky.

When Alexey left the dacha and got into the Audi, he threw the suitcase into the back seat. Then, having driven a few meters, he stopped and shifted the “diplomat” into the trunk, throwing a tarpaulin over it. When he left the village, he blinked his headlights at the guards. They immediately answered him and drove behind.

Crime chronicle

December 31, the last day before the New Year, there was a murder of a major authority from Balashikha, Sergei Frolov. The criminal authority Frolov adhered to the Slavic orientation and was at war with the Chechens. After his murder, it was likely that Frolov's people suspected the Chechens of the murder of their leader and decided to avenge the death of their leader.

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© From the "Database of the Security Service of the Most Group", 1998

Rushailo Vladimir Borisovich

Type: Working Shabolovka, 6
Phone numbers: 237-24-62 (City) Service
Job: RUOP Position Head
Date: 1996
Connections
Working Zhuritsky Gennady Ilyich
Working Rogozin
Working Korzhakov Alexander Vasilievich
Familiar Berezovsky Boris Abramovich
Familiar Deripaska Oleg Vladimirovich

Date: 19/06/96

Reference

According to the information received, Rushailo will soon be moving to another job, namely, to the service of Korzhakov. However, in a conversation with Zhuritsky, it was established that Korzhakov knows Rushailo very well and maintains friendly relations with him, but he does not want to hire him. Therefore, many conclude that he will go to the FSB. Rushailo's departure has been rumored for a long time, but recently (about a month) these conversations have become very active. One of the versions of the transition to another job is interpreted as follows:

Some time ago, Rushailo had serious problems with some firm and its "protection" regarding the return of money, i.e. Rushailo did not return some rather large money to one of the firms in time, and at present he cannot return it. He had serious conversations with the "roof" of this company. After these events, Rushailo reinforced his security with employees of the 11th department of the RUOP - SOBR (he personally selected the above employees, got acquainted with their personal files and conducted personal interviews). Currently SOBR guards him and all members of his family. As a rule, all these employees work in the SOBR in the 5th department, which has absorbed all the elite employees and will now be called the anti-terrorism group.

He wanted to repay the above debt through the Fund for Assistance to Law Enforcement Agencies, which is headed by Kachur (the name of the fund may not be accurate, it may be called the Program for Social Security and Rehabilitation of Ministry of Internal Affairs Employees). All funds of RUOP pass through the settlement accounts of Kachur. Currently, Kachur is having financial difficulties in connection with the audit.

The audit arose from complaints from RUOP employees about the late payment of wages (the delay is usually 2-3 weeks). Most likely, during this period of time, the indicated funds were "scrolled" in some commercial structures.

Rushailo maintains the closest relationship at work with Suntsov and Orlov (most likely one of them will take Rushailo's place after his transition). Suntsov fulfills all the requirements of Rushailo, goes to criminal forgery, his department performs work on "bookmarks" (bookmarks are secretly planted objects and substances prohibited by law)

Rushailo Vladimir Borisovich Advisor to the Chairman of the Federation Council of the Russian Federation
former head of the Regional Directorate for Organized Crime of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow.

Born in 1952. (according to personal data born on July 28, 1953)

He has been working in the internal affairs bodies since 1972. Since 1986, he worked in the department of the MUR, dealing with manifestations of organized crime. For some time he controlled the activities of the Moscow system of currency stores "Beryozka".

Since March 3, 1992 - the head of the Regional Office for Combating Organized Crime, created on the same day.

In 1993, Rushailo sought to resubordinate the RUOP to the First Deputy Minister of the Interior (RUOP began to work at the all-Russian level). Since February 1993 - Head of the Regional Directorate for Organized Crime (RUOP) of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow.

In 1994, a month before his death, criminal authority Otari Kvantrishvili said on the air of the Moscow TV channel: "Let Rushailo think about his children."

On March 3, 1995, after the murder of Vladislav Listyev, General Director of ORTV, a search was carried out at the office of the head of LogoVAZ, Boris Berezovsky, on the orders of V. Rushailo.

In October 1996, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation Anatoly Kulikov signed an order to transfer V. Rushailo to the post of First Deputy Head of the Main Directorate for Organized Crime (GUOP) of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation (according to some reports, Rushailo was asked to oversee the organized crime units of the Far East region) . On October 18, an order was signed to appoint V. Rushailo to this position.

On October 22, 1996, V. Rushailo gave an extraordinary press conference. According to him, he did not "have a relationship" with the First Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation Valery Petrov, whom Rushailo called a dishonorable and dishonest person. Rushailo said that Petrov "because of his incompetence, deceived me, the minister and the mayor." In this regard, Rushailo said that he "does not want to work with Petrov and will not." He also called Petrov a destroyer of the organized crime system.

Before the press conference, the former head of the RUOP met with the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation A. Kulikov, to whom he handed over his report with a request to return his former position. A. Kulikov rejected his request and said that if Rushailo held a press conference, he would be dismissed from the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation. On the same day (October 22, 1996), the press service of the Ministry of Internal Affairs announced the dismissal of Rushailo.

He said about his attitude to Alexander Lebed: "... I respect Lebed as a general and a person, although I met him three times in my life." He also stated his attitude towards Alexander Korzhakov: "... Whatever happens, this man showed that he is a real man" (according to some reports, Rushailo provided joint measures to ensure the security of the president and provide a car escort for Korzhakov's trip to Tula ).

On December 9, 1996, he took up his official duties as an adviser to the chairman of the Federation Council, Yegor Stroev.

He has the rank of major general of militia.

During his work as the head of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow, Rushailo V.B. acquired business connections in commercial structures, offering the latter a wide range of services on a mutually beneficial basis (operational information, physical cover, elimination of competitors, etc.). was Smolensky A.P. ("Capital Bank"), who opened accounts in his bank for RUOP employees. Tarakanov A.V. also cooperated (Soyuzkontrakt provided free lunches for RUOP employees) and others. This cooperation allowed some former RUOP leaders and persons close to them to illegally get rich in a short time (purchase of expensive cars, purchase of apartments, country houses , currency accounts, etc.)

After his dismissal from RUOP Rushailo V.B. He continued to maintain contacts with the employees of RUOP devoted to him, both in work and in commercial activities. These include both employees of the Moscow RUOP who have already been dismissed and are still active: Kapur A.M., Orlov A.L., Hotyushenko O.M., Suntsov M.V., Sedov V.V. and etc.
March 1998 (Inf. MK dated 30.03.98)

Serious violations in the activities of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow were revealed during a recent inspection, which was carried out by specialists from the Control and Audit Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation. Based on the results of the audit, facts were uncovered: for example, in August 1993, in violation of the law, according to a letter from the head of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow, Rushailo V.B. for RUOP employees, current and foreign currency accounts were opened in the Stolichny bank. From 1993 to November 1997 RUOP received sponsorship from various organizations in the form of money and material values ​​in excess of 14.6 billion rubles. In fact, the RUOP did not keep records of incoming funds. Not in order with the employees of RUOP and with the payment of state. taxes. So, in the form of material assistance and as an incentive, RUOP employees received 6.7 billion rubles, but the tax on these amounts was not withheld and the total debt of RUOP to the state amounted to 500 million rubles. Shortcomings in the order of acquisition, registration and storage of service weapons are revealed. At one time, employees of the RUOP purchased guns in the Kolchuga store, but when registering them, they violated the law "On Weapons", which led to the disappearance of 14 guns without a trace. Other shortcomings and omissions were also revealed. The KRU proposed to close the accounts of RUOP in a commercial bank, as well as to severely punish those responsible for financial outrages in one of the main police units of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow. Although this will be problematic, because. the persons involved in these violations, including Rushailo V.B., have already changed jobs or been dismissed from the bodies of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Operatives Maksim Kalinin and Sergei Malkov arrived at the RUOP building two hours after they had detained a man carrying a TT pistol. Prior to that, they managed to deliver the detainee to the nearest police station, where a protocol was drawn up on the seizure of weapons and an initial interrogation was carried out. The detainee was twenty-seven years old, his name was George and he came from sunny Georgia.

The operatives could not get any other information from Georgiy. The guy was simply silent, referring to the fact that he would only testify in the presence of a lawyer.

Then Sergei decided to take the detainee to the RUOP. Maxim assumed that Sergei decided to force Georgy to confess his involvement in the criminal affairs of Otari, to get dirt on the owner from him, but he was mistaken. Having delivered Georgiy to RUOP, Sergey behaved very strangely. He not only did not try to split George, but did not even mention the name Otari in front of him. Maxim was completely bewildered. He did not understand the tactics of his partner and could not figure out what was happening.

When other operatives began interrogation, Maxim jumped out of the office after Sergei.

“Listen, I don’t understand anything! Maxim exclaimed. "Why don't you pry information about Otari out of him?"

– Why do I need it? Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Malkov replied. “On the contrary, we must show this Gogi that we don’t know anything about Otari and we don’t know anything!”

"Then why did we keep him?" Maxim didn't let up.

Sergei smiled slyly.

- Firstly, we set ourselves a plus in our work - we solved the crime. And secondly, we will now place him to the "brood hen".

- To whom? Maxim asked in surprise.

- We have one informant, a snitch, he is also called a "brood hen" here. I'm going to take Georgy to Petrovka in the temporary detention facility, and there an informant will be waiting for him. They will sit in the same cell, talk about life - you see, some information will come up.

"But what about Otari?"

- And what to do with him? Sergey asked in surprise. - Don't freak out like that! I think that Otari himself will appear with us tomorrow, maximum - the day after tomorrow. He will come to plead for his countrywoman, or whatever else he is related to ...

Maxim did not fully penetrate into Sergei's cunning plans, but considered it best to rely on the experience of the boss.

Malkov stayed with the authorities for quite a long time. They closed in the office together and talked about something for a long time. Maxim did not know what to do next, so he sat down in the waiting room on a chair and patiently waited for Malkov to appear.

After a while Lieutenant Colonel Rybkin looked into the room and was the first to extend his hand to Maxim.

- Well, detective, with the initiative of you, with the first detention! he said with a friendly smile. - Here is such a thing ... You take all the documents - the protocol of detention, the protocol of seizure, everything that is required, and fly to the district prosecutor's office for a sanction for the arrest of your detainee. And then, - Rybkin made a short pause, - enter the barrel number and all its installation data into the computer, of course, into the section on Otari. Will you? - The lieutenant colonel paternally patted Maxim on the shoulder. He nodded his head in the affirmative and went to carry out the task.

Maxim was absent for about two hours, but he completed the task and returned with a warrant for arrest. He handed it to Rybkin, and he went to enter information about Otari into the computer. Having finished with this task, Maxim decided to take a break and went to his department.

Going to the door, Maxim pulled the handle and was surprised to find that the door was locked. Voices were heard outside the door, which means that one of the employees decided to isolate themselves from the outside world. But why? Maxim knocked, but no one answered the knock. Maxim was not going to stand the rest of the working day at the door and therefore again pounded on the door, now quite loudly and insistently. This time they heard him, and soon the door opened. Entering the room, Maxim saw that all the employees of his department were sitting at a table on which bottles of vodka and beer were bubbling and there were plates with simple snacks in the form of sandwiches and those semi-finished products that could be bought in a nearby store.

- Oh, the chief detective arrived in time! What are you standing for? Come in! Malkov exclaimed. - Sit down, you will drink with us! By the way, for your own initiative! If you figure it out, then it was you who should have set the table for us, but okay!

Malkov was already clearly tipsy, and because of this his tongue was slurred. Maxim took the glass and joined the company.

“But I’m driving…” he remembered.

- Have a little drink. If anything, you will fight off the traffic cop. Just don’t scare him right away, ”Malkov grinned drunkenly.

- Whom? Maxim did not understand.

- Do not scare the traffic cop if he stops you with your badge. And sometimes you look like - not a lieutenant, but a colonel.

Everyone at the table laughed in unison.

Having drunk a little, Maxim looked at his watch. Only a few minutes remained until the end of the working day, but the guys were in no hurry to go home. After drinking more, the people finally cheered up. The operatives began to tell tales from their operatic practice, shouting over each other and frantically clinking glasses of vodka.

Taking advantage of the general fun and relaxed atmosphere, Maxim turned to Malkov and asked:

- What about our detainee?

“They are actively working with the detainee,” Sergei answered, unsuccessfully trying to pick up a fat sprat with a fork. Each time the fish broke off the fork and fell back into its oil-filled pond, where the not yet eaten companions were waiting for it.

- Who? Oleg and Yuri asked at the same time, looking up from a fascinating conversation about the benefits of working in RUOP.

- Like who? Our Lyosha is a “brood hen,” Malkov replied, leaving hopeless attempts to fish out a fish that had already been caught once.

- Leha? And what, is he sitting on Petra again? Oleg was surprised.

“Yes, he was swept up again, in my opinion, again for drugs,” said Malkov and set to work on a sandwich with pate, which turned out to be much easier to get than sprat.

Who is this informant of yours? Maxim asked.

“If you know a lot, you will soon grow old,” Malkov said with a smart look, continuing to chew on a sandwich.

- Come on! Our guy! Maybe he will also have to work with the mother hen, - Yuriy interrupted Sergey. “Listen here, young one,” he turned to Maxim. - This Lesha, by the name of Nasedkin, is a drug addict. With experience, I must say, a drug addict. From time to time, our guys catch him and arrest him for possession of drugs. I don’t know if he is a complete fool, this Lesha, or whether he likes it here, but drugs are found with incredible constancy. Yuri laughed.

- At first, we just took it - there is nothing to stagger and seduce young people. And now they are smart. As soon as our guys take Lesha, they immediately take him to the temporary detention facility. There, now our Lesha is performing tasks - he is taking information from those detainees who themselves do not want to talk to us. Lesha works out in this way for twenty to thirty days, and after that he is released.

- How so? Why is he released? Maxim was indignant. “He’s a criminal, and instead of putting him in prison, you set him free again, and he again takes up his own! I do not understand!

– What is there to understand? Yuri was surprised. - The fool understands that it is more profitable for us to catch Lesha from time to time and use him as an informant, rather than put him behind bars. Moreover, our Lesha, the “hen”, has good connections. He is a fairly well-known figure in the criminal world. He makes acquaintances with many authorities and thieves in law, because he supplies them with “nonsense”.

“Understood,” Maxim drawled. - But how, I wonder, does this Lesha-"mother" of yours fish out information? Here, for example, George, who was taken today. After all, he refuses to speak at all - flatly. We didn't get any evidence from him...

- Oh, - Oleg smiled slyly, - Lesha has his own methods of work! He is simply a master of his craft! Tomorrow Lesha will be announced that he will be released, and your detainee himself will ask him to pass the “baby” or call someone to inform him that he has been detained.

“And that’s all we need,” Sergey cut into the conversation, pouring a new portion of vodka into Maxim’s glass. - So tomorrow, let's go early in the morning to Petrovka, drive up to the temporary detention center. We'll let Lesha out,” he added, gracefully shaking a half-empty bottle of vodka.

Rushailo Vladimir Borisovich
Type: Working Shabolovka, 6
Phone numbers: 237-24-62 (City) Service
Job: RUOP Position Head
Connections
Working Zhuritsky Gennady Ilyich
Working Rogozin
Working Korzhakov Alexander Vasilievich
Familiar Berezovsky Boris Abramovich
Familiar Direpaska Oleg Vladimirovich

Reference

According to the information received, Rushailo will soon be moving to another job, namely, to the service of Korzhakov. However, in a conversation with Zhuritsky, it was established that Korzhakov knows Rushailo very well and maintains friendly relations with him, but he does not want to hire him. Therefore, many conclude that he will go to the FSB. Rushailo's departure has been rumored for a long time, but recently (about a month) these conversations have become very active. One of the versions of the transition to another job is interpreted as follows.
Some time ago, Rushailo had serious problems with some company and its “protection” regarding the return of money, i.e. Rushailo did not return some rather large money to one of the firms in time, and at present he cannot return it. He had serious conversations with the "roof" of this company. After these events, Rushailo reinforced his security with employees of the 11th department of the RUOP - SOBR (he personally selected the above employees, got acquainted with their personal files and conducted personal interviews). Currently SOBR guards him and all members of his family. As a rule, all these employees work in the SOBR in the 5th department, which has absorbed all the elite employees and will now be called the anti-terrorism group.
He wanted to repay the above debt through the Fund for Assistance to Law Enforcement Agencies, which is headed by Kachur (the name of the fund may not be accurate, it may be called the “Program for Social Protection and Rehabilitation of Ministry of Internal Affairs Employees”). All funds of RUOP pass through the settlement accounts of Kachur.
Currently, Kachur is having financial difficulties in connection with the audit. The audit arose from complaints from RUOP employees about the late payment of wages (the delay is usually 2-3 weeks). Most likely, during this period of time, the above funds were “scrolled” in some commercial structures.
Rushailo maintains the closest relationship at work with Suntsov and Orlov (most likely, one of them will take Rushailo's place after his transition). Suntsov fulfills all the requirements of Rushailo, goes to criminal forgeries, his department performs work on “bookmarks” (bookmarks are objects and substances secretly planted that are prohibited by law)

Rushailo Vladimir Borisovich,
adviser to the Chairman of the Federation Council of the Russian Federation, former head of the Regional Directorate for Organized Crime of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow.

Born in 1952. (according to other sources, 07/28/1953)
He has been working in the internal affairs bodies since 1972. Since 1986, he worked in the department of the MUR, dealing with manifestations of organized crime. For some time he controlled the activities of the Moscow system of currency stores "Beryozka".
Since March 3, 1992 - the head of the Regional Office for Combating Organized Crime, created on the same day.
In 1993, Rushailo sought to resubordinate the RUOP to the First Deputy Minister of the Interior (RUOP began to work at the all-Russian level). Since February 1993 - Head of the Regional Directorate for Organized Crime (RUOP) of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow.
In 1994, a month before his death, criminal authority Otari Kvantrishvili said on the air of the Moscow TV channel: "Let Rushailo think about his children."
On March 3, 1995, after the murder of Vladislav Listyev, General Director of ORTV, a search was conducted in the office of the head of LogoVAZ, Boris Berezovsky, on the orders of V. Rushailo.
In October 1996, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation Anatoly Kulikov signed an order to transfer V. Rushailo to the post of First Deputy Head of the Main Directorate for Organized Crime (GUOP) of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation (according to some reports, Rushailo was asked to oversee the organized crime units of the Far East region) . On October 18, an order was signed to appoint V. Rushailo to this position.
On October 22, 1996, V. Rushailo gave an extraordinary press conference. According to him, he did not "have a relationship" with the First Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation Valery Petrov, whom Rushailo called a dishonorable and dishonest person. Rushailo stated that Petrov "because of his incompetence, deceived me, the minister and the mayor." In this regard, Rushailo said that he "does not want to work with Petrov and will not." He also called Petrov a destroyer of the organized crime system.
Before the press conference, the former head of the RUOP met with the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation A. Kulikov, to whom he handed over his report with a request to return his former position. A. Kulikov rejected his request and said that if Rushailo held a press conference, he would be dismissed from the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation. On the same day (October 22, 1996), the press service of the Ministry of Internal Affairs announced the dismissal of Rushailo.
He said about his attitude towards Alexander Lebed: "... I respect Lebed as a general and a person, although I met him three times in my life." He also stated his attitude towards Alexander Korzhakov: “... Whatever happens, this man showed that he is a real man” (according to some reports, Rushailo provided joint measures to ensure the security of the president and provide a car escort for Korzhakov’s trip to Tula ).
On December 9, 1996, he took up his official duties as an adviser to the chairman of the Federation Council, Yegor Stroev.
He has the rank of major general of militia.

During his work as the head of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow, Rushailo V.B. acquired business connections in commercial structures, offering the latter a wide range of services on a mutually beneficial basis (operational information, physical cover, elimination of competitors, etc.). One of the first to appreciate the joint cooperation with Rushailo V.B. was Smolensky A.P. (“Capital Bank”), which opened accounts in its bank for RUOP employees. Went to cooperate and Tarakanov A.V. ("Soyuzkontrakt"). They provided free lunches for RUOP employees and others. This cooperation allowed some former leaders of the RUOP and persons close to them to illegally enrich themselves in a short time (purchase of expensive cars, acquisition of apartments, country houses, foreign currency accounts, etc.).
After his dismissal from RUOP Rushailo V.B. continued to maintain contacts with RUOP employees devoted to him both in work and in commercial activities. These include both employees of the Moscow RUOP who have already been dismissed and are still active: Kapur A.M., Orlov A.L., Hotyushenko O.M., Suntsov M.V., Sedov V.V. and etc.

Serious violations in the activities of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow were revealed during a recent inspection, which was carried out by specialists from the Control and Audit Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation. Based on the results of the audit, facts were uncovered: for example, in August 1993, in violation of the law, according to a letter from the head of the RUOP GUVD of Moscow, Rushailo V.B. for RUOP employees, current and foreign currency accounts were opened in the Stolichny bank. From 1993 to November 1997, RUOP received sponsorship from various organizations in the form of money and material values ​​in excess of 14.6 billion rubles. In fact, the RUOP did not keep records of incoming funds. Not in order with the employees of RUOP and with the payment of state. taxes. So, in the form of material assistance and as an incentive, RUOP employees received 6.7 billion rubles, but the tax on these amounts was not withheld and the total debt of RUOP to the state amounted to 500 million rubles. Shortcomings in the order of acquisition, registration and storage of service weapons are revealed. At one time, employees of the RUOP purchased guns in the Kolchuga store, but when registering them, they violated the law “On Weapons”, which led to the disappearance of 14 guns without a trace. Other shortcomings and omissions were also revealed. The KRU proposed to close the accounts of RUOP in a commercial bank, as well as to severely punish those responsible for financial outrages in one of the main police units of the Main Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow. Although this will be problematic, because. the persons involved in these violations, including Rushailo V.B., have already changed jobs or been dismissed from the bodies of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

RUBOP

RUBOP(originally RUOP) - Regional Office for Combating Organized Crime. A division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the USSR, and later Russia, created in the late 80s, but received its official name in 1993. According to the Decree of the President of the Russian Federation of September 6, 2008 No. 1316 “On Certain Issues of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation”, the UBOPs were disbanded, “not having lived” only two months before their official twentieth anniversary (November 15, 2008), and on their On the basis, the Department for Combating Extremism of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia and the Office for Ensuring the Security of Persons Subject to State Protection, as well as their territorial divisions, were soon created. According to unofficial information, the Organized Crime Service will probably be recreated in the system of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia from 2012.

Background of creation

At the end of the 1980s, the criminal situation in the USSR began to worsen, facts became clear that had been hushed up by the country's leadership for a long time. Many people knew that crime in the Soviet Union was organized in nature, but no one dared to talk about it openly. criminal environment". But it did not bring the expected effect. Many policemen simply did not have the experience of such actions. Nobody really knew what to do. The leadership of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs itself did not particularly strive to put its own decree into practice. Ukraine is called the “homeland” of the UBOP - back in 1986, the 6th department appeared in the threat department of the Internal Affairs Directorate of the Dnepropetrovsk region. Later, the order of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the USSR No. 0014 of November 15, 1988 "On the creation of a department for combating organized crime" was issued. On the basis of the 6th Directorate of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs, a crime fighting unit is being created, in which there were only 32 people for the entire Union. The department was headed by Alexander Gurov, a lieutenant general of militia, now a deputy of the State Duma. The messages that came to the table of the leadership of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the KGB, which contained the names of criminal groups in their content, were classified as “secret” and were not made public. People in the country were told that organized crime exists only in capitalist countries. The development of the cooperative movement disproved this claim. The word "racket" entered the everyday life of the inhabitants. The word "mafia" did not take root among Soviet citizens: everyone thought that the "mafia" is only on the island of Sicily, and the tireless commissar Catani, performed by Michele Placido, is fighting against it, although the movie "Octopus", made many believe that there is a mafia in USSR. Gurov himself in his book "Red Mafia" describes in detail the situation with the inaction of the police leadership, and only after the publication of the article "The Lion Jumped" Gurov was summoned by the Minister of Internal Affairs of the USSR Vadim Bakatin and agreed to increase the number of operational personnel. Policemen began to be supplied with everything necessary, equipment, transport appeared, and gradually the officers themselves began to learn to expose criminal groups. But here again the employees faced the callousness of the authorities. The then Criminal Code of the RSFSR and the codes of the Union Republics did not have such crimes as “extortion” in the special part, the covered acts of bandits formally fit only one article - “banditry”, but no one dared to agree to initiate a criminal case with such a wording. Gurov himself in an interview with the Kommersant newspaper will say:

If then, immediately, amendments were made to the Criminal Code, then many could have been imprisoned for a long time. Instead, we were told that we do not have “banditry”, and they will not initiate such cases.

Later, Gurov, in one of his television interviews, said that in the late 1980s, the 6th Directorate had an almost complete database of all thieves in law, criminal leaders, but due to the betrayal of the leadership, part of the database was stolen and the “necessary” people were just informed. Many residents of Moscow knew about the existence of gangs in the "Rizhsky Market" area, one of the first places where a market economy and crime originated in the USSR. It was the local police department that began to receive complaints from citizens about the facts of extortion, but even here the leadership was in no hurry to take measures, referring to the lack of legal aspects. The names "Solntsevo", "Orekhovskaya" began to appear. Young people, gathered on a territorial basis, were engaged in extortion from cooperators. Moscow detectives also did not sit idle. Back in 1986, a unit was created at MUR, which became the prototype of the Moscow RUBOP. The struggle was diligent: detectives, having learned to work competently, began to expose criminal leaders, although many did not admire such fruits of work. Gradually, the 6th Directorate was reorganized. Gurov himself went to the KGB, but later left there as well. According to him, no one needs the fight against crime, it's a lot of money, and no one wants to part with it.

RUBOP in modern Russia

After another reorganization of the operational-search bureaus (ORB) in 1993, RUBOP began to form. Moscow RUBOP received a residence permit on Shabolovka Street, 6. A little later, this address became more threatening than Petrovka, 38. Headed the Moscow RUBOP Vladimir Rushailo. A proverb also appeared: “only Shabolovsky is cooler than the Solntsevsky ones.” Amendments began to be made to the Criminal Code of the RSFSR regarding the activities of organized crime groups. The long-awaited result began to appear. more than 60 "thieves" were brought to criminal responsibility, and this is only in Moscow, about 300 more leaders of the criminal world were also convicted. Many citizens began to look at RUBOP as the only force ready to come to the rescue. citizens with a request for help. RUBOP members solved crimes in the field of drug trafficking, weapons, kidnapping, corruption. RUBOP departments were not subordinate to local departments of internal affairs, such measures were aimed at the fact that part of the leadership of local police officers has corrupt ties, and therefore The RUBOPs reported directly to the headquarters, which only added enemies to them in the person of local policemen. The Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation should have added “IK” to the abbreviation “RUBOP”, that is, “Regional Directorate for Combating Organized Crime and Corruption”, it turned out “RUBOPiK”, but they did not add the letters “IK”. Many RUBOP veterans recall the famous "Yeltsin" decree No. 1226 "On urgent measures to protect the population from banditry and other manifestations of organized crime" dated June 14, 1994, according to which it was possible to detain persons involved in crimes and members of an organized criminal group for up to 30 days, later it was canceled, obviously at the suggestion of a crime. Alexander Gurov in an interview says:

I was amazed that our laws were adopted at the suggestion of bandits, the authorities never once listened to the policemen themselves. Who interfered with the decree? When the crime rate began to decline, it was canceled. Only once, in 1989, Bakatin listened to me and allowed me to expand the department, otherwise all our requests went unnoticed.

Another reorganization

For as long as I can remember, I rarely fought criminals, more and more - with colleagues from neighboring departments. We all tried to get ahead of each other, to overtake, to insert more “sticks” into the ZIC, but in reality everything stood. They took only those whom the leadership gave the go-ahead, who could not stand up for themselves and in the operational sense did not represent anything. They wanted to take only one "authority": they collected all the material, reported it, and the boss put the folder in the safe and ordered us to "go down to earth" - who needs such initiators? Once they entered the address, there a huckster was selling drugs, and a second later OBNON burst in, well, out of the corner of my eye, Vova S. saw with whom I studied at the police school, and shouted “Vova, my own!”, Otherwise they would have shot each other - this happened too

Another former employee of the Organized Crime Control Department in the newspaper Sovershenno Sekretno describes his work as follows:

When we first started, it was fun, it was not clear, of course, a lot, but because of this, it was interesting. They studied on the go, everyone's eyes burned. Then the system began to rot, we were covered with papers from head to toe, you plan something - write a report, they will consider it, carried out something - write a certificate, red tape began, special, in order to keep us more in the offices. Particularly zealous people were transferred to other places, a watch from the minister was handed over to one opera and sent for promotion - just so as not to interfere. Conflicts began with other departments, someone was detained - immediately a call: “Let go, he is working with this or that.” They let me go, although they knew that money rules everything. Sat, waited for retirement and left

In art, the fact of the confrontation between the Organized Crime Control Department and the SD is most clearly shown in the film "Cop Wars".

Notes

Almost the entire history of RUBOP is described in Andrey Molchanov's novel "Main Directorate".

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