Did not you, the nits,

And for fun, for durnery

All your shoe pushed

Is it empty on the urkagan?»

And a scandal broke out, what kind of light did not see! The officers neighing like horses, almost falling under the armchairs of the "red corner" hall, in which all this "sacrament" took place; The women were loudly indignant, and only Yuri Borisovich Soloviev stood in the middle of the stage with his invariable contemptuous grin, quite pleased with the effect produced in the hall. I remember that at that time I had to work very hard to "brush off" Solovyov from the punishment cell (SHIZO) - Vasily Petrovich Shulga was really angry with him, to whom he, in essence, thwarted the official event.

The behavior of the convicted Solovyov, who had always been in good standing with the ITC-8 administration and even held the post of director of the "zonal" canteen, having lost all at once for some incomprehensible courage, made me seriously think about the "mysterious Russian soul" of our, Prisoner. There is a lot in our "zeks" that there is something that you will not find in any other nations. About this, as well as the "psychotype of the Russian criminal" I want to talk in this chapter.

      The phenomenon of the so-called "mysterious Russian soul" has already decently rampant in both artistic and scientific literature, having long ago become the subject of numerous chauvinistic speculations. The postulate "this is the mysterious Russian soul" often sounds bravado in the mouth of a single Russian person to justify his drunkenness, ignorance and lack of action. The nature of the Russian people, due to its complexity, originality and paradoxicality, always aroused and irritated Europeans, who, without bothering with the existential analysis of the features of the Russian character, created his rather primitive image of a drunkard and a completely unruly idler. According to figurative remark F.M. Dostoevsky, "... in the person of Russia, the Europeans see only a sleeping, nasty, drunken creature stretching from Finnish cold rocks to flaming Colchis, with a huge shtof in their hands."

      Drinking in Russia is one of many and very peculiar manifestations of the ultimate existential nature of Russian nature. It is not by chance that Snegirev in the Brothers Karamazov exclaims: "In Russia, drunken people are the best people in Russia. The most kind people at us and the most drunk! ». Very deep thought. The kindest are only people in an abnormal state. What is a normal person in this Russia? Apparently, the norm is evil. The last part of the statement does not leave room for ambiguity - drink good.

    The existentialism of the Russian man has been brought to the extreme and thoroughly saturated with the spirit of sadomasochism, often leading to the complete destruction of the individual, both morally and physically. Drunkenness is only one of the manifestations of such self-destruction, to which a Russian person is given selflessly, with all the passion of his unbridled nature. The self-destructor in general, as is known, bears a powerful destructive charge, incl. Aimed at surrounding people. Maybe this is partly explained by the fact that a Russian person is an excellent warrior from time immemorial, and much less - a builder.

  Experiencing a hypochondria and severe boredom from everyday systematic work, a Russian person, due to the emotional-volitional characteristics of his psychotype, is more prone to affective actions, often directed toward destruction than to creation. It is not accidental that the energies of a Russian criminal are more responsive to crimes of selfish violence. There is aggression and encouraging active, often destructive actions, a very attractive for the Russian people mercenary motive.

   Thus, the share of convicts serving sentences for mercenary-violent crimes in the penal colony UB-14/1 of the general regime is 43.7%; In the colony of strict regime UB-14/3 this share already makes 53.2%. Given that the proportion of ethnic Russians in these correctional institutions prevails (97%), these figures are sufficiently representative for logical conclusions about the national preferences of the type and method of crime in a Russian person. However, the Russian existentialism brought to the extreme is also manifested here - a Russian person can successfully create when he is captured by a global national idea, for example, a worldwide social reconstruction (again carried out in accordance with the Russian notions of "world happiness"). Therefore, it is quite obvious that communism, as a sadomasochistic theory, threw seeds on a very fertile Russian soil, for it is much easier to sacrifice oneself in the name of even the most absurd and utopian idea for a Russian person than to engage in daily systematic work of creation.

   A very peculiar attitude in Russia and in the criminal sphere. The great Russian actor Fedor Ivanovich Shalyapin in his memoirs on this occasion wrote: "The game of robbers is attractive, probably for all children everywhere, throughout the world. It has a lot of romantic - an enemy, a danger, an adventure. But this game is especially loved by Russian children. Hardly anywhere in another country robbers occupy such a large place in the imagination and games of children, like ours. Maybe it's because, so that

There were many robbers and that in folk fantasy they merged with the majestic decoration of the dense forests of Russia and the great Russian rivers. With the image of a robber, the Russian boy is connected with the idea of ​​a crimson sash on a red shirt, a freedom-loving song, a free, broad, sweeping life. Perhaps this is also because in the old days, when the people felt oppressed by the bars and officials, he often saw his defender in the bandit rebel against the domination of the people. Who from robbers especially fell in love with Russia? The robber king is Stenka Razin. Magnanimous and cruel, stormy and overbearing, Stenka rebelled against the authorities and called under his rebellious banner of disgruntled and offended. And it is remarkable that most of all in Razin the legend was chosen by his wild romantic impulse, when he, "cheerful and inebriated", raised his beloved Persian princess overboard and threw her into the Volga river - "a gift from the Don Cossack", as it is written about him In the song. He pulled out, undoubtedly, a piece of a hot heart from his chest and threw it overboard, into the waves ... That's what he, this popular Russian robber! "

  In this example, the Russian sadomasochistic beginning is also clearly seen - both in the image of Stenka Razin himself, and in the Russian ethnos in general.

   And then F.I. Chaliapin writes: "The Russian temperament does not seem to be the middle one. To the extreme, his mental states, his feelings, are intense. From this, Russian life seems so contradictory, full of sharp contrasts. There are contradictions in every human soul. This is her natural chiaroscuro. In every soul there are dissimilar feelings, but in the midst of their states they peacefully coexist side by side in an excellent neighborhood. Along with poetry and beauty in the Russian soul live heavy, depressing sins. Sins, let's say, universal - intolerance, envy, anger, cruelty, but this is our strange Russian nature, that everything in it, bad and good, assumes immense forms, thickens to an unusual density; Not only our longing is special - viscous and impassable, but Russian apathy - some, I would say, piercing. The through emptiness in our apathy, for any European spleen is not similar. Perhaps this is due to some primitiveness of the Russian people, from the fact that it is still "young", but in the Russian character and in Russian everyday life the contradictions do, in fact, act more sharply and sharply than others. Broad Russian nature, no doubt, but how much in Russian life petty, captious, grumpy narrowness. Ultimate tenderness, the utmost pity, is the Russian heart, and at the same time, in Russian life, brutal cruelty, excruciating mischief, sometimes simply aimless, as if completely selfless. The Russian spirit is refined surprisingly, and how often in the Russian relations clumsy insubordination and insulting suspicion, and rudeness. Yes, indeed, in nothing, neither good nor bad, the Russian does not know the middle! "

    The native, sometimes quite primitive, beginning is manifested in the Russian man and in the motivation of his crimes, sometimes striking imagination with his senselessness, disproportionate desire and means for achieving a criminal goal. Here's how it just says, and with an understanding smile on his lips, the main character of the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky "Idiot" Prince Myshkin: "Two peasants, and in years, and not drunk, and who have known each other for a long time, friends, got drunk tea and wanted to go to bed together in one of the closets. But one of the other peeped, in the last two days, hours, silver, in a beaded yellow string, which, evidently, he did not know from him before. This man was not a thief, he was even honest and, in peasant life, not at all poor. But he liked this watch before and so tempted him that at last he could not resist: he took the knife and, when the friend turned away, approached him gently from behind, began to notice, crossed his eyes to the sky, and said to himself bitterly Prayer: «"Lord, forgive me for Christ's sake!" Stabbed his friend once, like as ram, and took out his watch. "

  By this example, it is possible to clearly illustrate the definitely existential relation of the Russian man to religion, and to someone else's life. In this regard, recalled the criminal case of the murder of a former convict colony of the strict regime of Novoaltaysk Nikiforov. Despite the trivial-domestic character of this murder, the criminal situation described below demonstrates a very peculiar attitude of Russian people towards universal values ​​and norms of social behavior.

  Three comrades, three former convicts of a strict regime colony, serving their sentence in the institution's hosobsluzhu, noisily and with an abundant libation of alcohol celebrated the "bright" holiday of October. All three men aged 25-30 years, according to the existing prison hierarchy, certainly belonged to the caste of the so-called "goats". "Goats" are open employees of colonial administrations who agreed to take any position - manager, club manager, librarian, commandant of the zone, or those who joined the CPR - "crime prevention section", i.e. To the internal police of the camp. They are also called "bitches". "Suced" - agreed to work for jailers. The administration calls the goats "an asset", "persons who have firmly embarked on the path of correction". Of course, prisoners are not good for them, and if we take into account the fact that in each zone between the administration and prisoners the war is going - then "cold", then this one, this attitude will become clear. "

  Despite such extreme, frankly speaking, existential conditions for the joint serving of punishment, Nikiforov, Novichikhin and Egorov became friends with each other, continuing to maintain relations and at large. This friendly meeting was the last and fatal for the owner of the apartment Nikiforov.

  It seemed that nothing in this ordinary feast did not foreshadow such dramatic events. Fluent conversation and vodka poured into glasses, memories from prison life "a la nostalgia" stirred the mind and sentimental sentiments. And then, after the next glass, Nikiforov reproached Yegorov for saying that he had exposed him in a disadvantageous light before the "godfather", passing the latter to Nikiforov's discontent with the methods and style of the administration of the penitentiary colony, its administration. "Kum" - deputy chief of the colony for routine and operational work (currently - deputy to the BOR), I remembered then remained displeased with Nikiforov's statement and almost translated it into the category of "roosters", forcing to remove the "ban" (the restricted area of ​​the correctional institution - the exclusive "privilege" caste "omitted"). Yegorov, in turn, objected that he had done it in revenge to Nikiforov, who, having received a parcel from relatives, did not share his cigarettes and tea with his countrymen. Nikiforov, gradually annoyed, told everyone that he was not going to share with the "rats", the will of the destinies living with him in one box. In the colony he lived in the same room with Egorov and Novichikhin in the detachment of economic services. Then it was time to get annoyed by Novichikhin, who, not possessing the oratorical abilities of his two friends, with one blow of the kitchen knife, cut the "Gordian knot" of the flare-up dispute - stuck a knife in Nikiforov's eye socket. The latter only managed to wheeze: "Bitches!" - and fell down dead on the floor. "No, you see how he called us!" - exclaimed Yegorov and grabbed an ax in the corner, cut Nikiforov's skull. And went "fun" of two brutalized convicts - mockery of already dead body.

The observant reader has probably noticed that a Russian person is generally inclined to affect actions. Apparently, in the Russian national psychotype there is nevertheless an accentuation of a constitutionally excitable type, superbly described in due time by the outstanding Russian psychiatrist P.B. Gannushkin, predetermining the subject's inclination to an emotional impulse, extreme behavior.

This is indirectly confirmed by the data of the examinations of convicts in one of the correctional colonies of the strict regime of the Moscow region, received by psychiatric experts of the Institute. Serbian.

     It was found that 75% of the examinees had different mental disorders, of which 8.9% were recognized as psychopaths of an excitable circle. According to Yu.M. Antonian this percentage of psychopaths of an excitable circle in the infrared strict regime varies slightly and is 14.7%.

    I will not bore the reader with the naturalistic scenes of mockery over the corpse of Nikiforov, performed in the "glorious" traditions of the Marquis de Sade. I can only say that after a thorough demolition of the murdered heroes of our criminal narrative, Yegorov and Novichikhin, completely exhausted, finally came out to smoke in the yard and discuss the situation that had arisen. Again, I did not want to be in prison positively. "Eager" Egorov, critically looking at the figure of Novichikhin, said: "And you, you know, the texture is very similar to the deceased. Let's cut off his head and hide it. The cops do not agree who killed whom: does he own you, or are you the master. And we meanwhile - on the run. " No sooner said than done. Painful work began on the dismemberment of the corpse, which could not be resisted, so that Yegorov, exasperated in his heart, exclaimed: "Come on, goat, called us bastards again!" And grabbed a knife, on the buttocks of the corpse derived the word "fufel." Finally the titanic work was finished, Nikiforov's head was thrown into the garbage can, and the satisfied accomplices sat down to finish the remaining alcohol.

    The end of this drama, the reader, may seem unexpected, but in fact it is absolutely existential and predictable. In the morning, Yegorov and Novichikhin, terrified of what had been done, went to the Central District Department of Internal Affairs in Barnaul, where they very emotionally confessed to the crime, having delivered to the investigative-operative group, who arrived at the scene, a real "aesthetic pleasure".

The existential situation is that the hard behavioral stereotype of Egorov and Novichikhin has worked. In places of deprivation of liberty, they, being "goats", in difficult everyday situations always sought protection from the administration of the institution. So here, having found themselves in a non-standard, unsolvable problem situation for them, they instinctively went for the help of a psychological or legal plan - this is not so important - to the workers of the territorial militia, and in their perception, all to the same administration of the correctional colony.

   In the described criminal situation, there is one more psychological moment, which, in my opinion, deserves attention. The motive of a crime, as it does not sound paradoxical, is the attitude of a Russian person to a word, in this case, an abusive one. It should be noted that the Russian people in general are very tremulous, sometimes brought to the point of absurdity, attitude to the word. The word-symbol, but the Russian in this symbol introduces too much existential sense. According to the figurative expression of A. Camus, "the symbol implies two planes, a world of ideas and a world of impressions, and a dictionary of correspondences between them. The most difficult thing is to establish vocabulary vocabulary. But to realize the presence of worlds means to follow the path of their secret relationships. "

   Russian man by nature is a spontaneous symbolist, therefore it is no coincidence that symbolism as an art direction of the early twentieth century. So organically blended into the distinctive culture of Russia. The existential relation to the word is also reflected in Russian folklore: "The word is not a sparrow, it will fly out - you will not catch it," "What is written with a pen - you can not cut an ax", etc. Therefore, it is not by chance that, to insult a word, a Russian person is often more vulnerable, more painful than an insult to an act or physical violence.

    Russian symbolism as an existential attitude to the word is brought to the extreme in the domestic penitentiary system. Well-known human rights defender V.F. Abramkin writes about this: "Mat in prison and in the camp is swore much less often than in the wild. First, it is prohibited by prison law. For the prisoner, the mother is a sacred concept. Therefore, in strict mode, for example, a mat can not practically be heard. Secondly, swearing obscenities is almost insulting someone. In the conditions of the zone, to send a person to x ... means that you consider him a "rooster". If this person is not a "rooster", you will keep an answer for your words, and it will be deplorable for you to end. You can not also call a person a goat, if he is not a goat. Goat, by the way, on x ... can not be sent either - he is a "goat", not a "cock". One can not say to a heated person: "Why are you mumbling?". The barracks, in which the peasants live, can not be called a chicken coop. In general, it is better to exclude all "bird's" names from your speech.

    In the zone in general, the responsibility for the word is much higher than in the free will. Before you say something, give an assessment of what is happening, talk about yourself, especially about another person, the prisoner should not count to ten, but to count up to a thousand. "

      Therefore, it is not by chance that a rude or obscene word, spoken at the wrong time and place, often becomes the cause of "purely Russian murder."

Symbolism as an existential phenomenon, thriving in a Russian prison, allows us to successfully consider this phenomenon from the standpoint of semiotics - the science of signs and symbols in the broad sense of the word. Semiotic processes in the subculture of places of deprivation of liberty are often used by the administrations of correctional colonies to address the management of these institutions, in particular, in simulating symbolic situations that allow the denial of criminal authorities.

    For example, according to this principle, a correctional colony with the romantic name "White Swan" was organized. This colony was specially created for thieves in the law, becoming for them a nightmare, almost mystical horror with the transformations of the convict, like the characters of Kafka, from "authority" to "omitted". Not accidentally, the author of the original idea of ​​the "White Swan" was sentenced in absentia by criminals to death. The essence of the idea was that a thief in law was placed in a colony where all the attendants (the so-called prison "hozobslug"): cooks, dishwashers, etc. - consisted entirely of convicts who belonged to the caste of the so-called "omitted". Symbolism in Russian prison life forbids taking various items, especially food, from the hands of the "lowered." A person who ignores this rule either by ignorance or by inattention does not matter, he risks becoming "squashed", i.e. Actually all the same "omitted". One can only imagine the depth of the moral torment of a hungry thief, who, in the final analysis, has to choose either a hunger or an outcast. And we are talking about the debunking of not one dozen of thieves in law, who solved this complex dilemma in favor of life.

     By the way, Yuri Borisovich Solovyov, already convicted to us, also became a hostage to the situation connected with Russian prison symbolism, having received his next term in the form of 5 years of imprisonment for malicious hooliganism. And it was so.

    Soloviev, after his release from prison, in May 1985, got a job as a river tugboat driver to the port of Zaton, near Barnaul and famous throughout the county for his wonderful village bakery. In one of the fine days in June, Yuri Borisovich on his river pusher ("RT") was driving a barge loaded with rubble. Capricious Fate would have liked to push his forehead into the forehead with his former cellmate at the Barnaul SIZO Vladimir Lebedev, who was returning to the port already "empty" also on his brand new "Erteshka." By the way, I should note that I somehow stayed at Zaton with Solovyov, who helped me get a job at Barnaul river port after liberation from ITK-8, and was "pleasantly" amazed to find that practically all the people who were present at the festive " Banquet "in my honor, almost to the third tribe, had there been convictions for a variety of crimes - and, mainly, against the individual. "It's great, cock!" - Lebedev shouted maliciously to Solovyov, with whom he still had very hostile relations with the "snake". "You yourself are a rooster, a goat" red-ripper "! Now I'll "cook for you" to do, a freak "holey!" - Yuri Borisovich answered in reply, after which Lebedev decided to move to the phase of active combat operations. As soon as his "RT" came to the level with Solovyov's ship, Lebedev threw himself rather aptly, like a boomerang, which fell under the arm of mounting in Yuri Borisovich, landed directly in the cabin of his beloved "ertshka" and smashed the glass. Courageously clenched teeth and glaring at the enemy like a legendary pilot Gastello, Solovyov, playing with tight jaws on his bronze face from the sun, sent his tug with a heavy barge straight to Lebedev's ship without a shadow of a doubt, with all the foolishness ramming him in the side and literally Within 5 minutes by sending to the deep sandy bottom of the Ob. Lebedev himself, the direct culprit of the incident, strangely enough, survived this completely idiotic "boarding", and Soloviev received for his malicious hooliganism on the water, and even with the use of a vehicle, a term of 5 years with the serving of punishment in UB-14/8 , Where we met with him under the circumstances described above. When I got acquainted with the personal matter of Yuri Borisovich in the special department of the institution, I could not help smiling, imagining what a wonderful story, worthy of the pen of Vasily Makarovitch Shukshin, could be obtained come from this tragicomic and at the same time Russian history - right in the "spirit of our time".

     It must be said that the Russian person in general, by virtue of the prevailing in his national character accentuation of a constitutionally excitable type, is very inclined to reactive hysteroid states, violent psychopathic concerts, aiming to shock the people around him, or at least to draw attention to his person. Sometimes the form of such outrageous behavior is the commission of extraordinary crimes. As an example, let us cite the case of the ogre Alexander Maslich, instituted in 1994 by the Rubtsovsk Prosecutor's Office for Supervising the Observance of Laws in the Execution of Criminal Sanctions. In the premises of the penal colony of the correctional colony UB-14/9 in Rubtsovsk for the various violations of the regime were convicted Maslich, Dziuba and Goluzov. All three are almost the same age.

Alexander Maslich in his twenty-three already four times was tried - robbery and hijacking. Alexei Goluzov is two years older, and his convictions are one less - all for theft and robbery. The third inmate, Alexei Dzyuba, had twenty-three second convictions and the same set-robbery, theft, theft. True, Maslich was the only one among them who had an article for the murder - already strangled the convict in the colony because of "hostile relations arose." The order in SHIZO has been planned and approved for centuries: the rise, retreat and food intake. In between, it's boring. It is possible to sleep, and it is possible and simple, stupefied by doing nothing, "scratching" the languages. Despite the less experience of "cast-offs", Dziuba was the most active in the company. In the evenings, he told horror stories and fantasized: they say, it would be nice to look at the world, and for this, a trouble-free way to transfer to another colony is murder. For killing a convict, as a rule, they do not give much - one can always refer to "self-defense", having agreed with a group of witnesses. Dziube did not have to persuade his homies for a long time - to kill so to kill, which is easier! Moreover, Maslich is a specialist. They came up with the idea of ​​strangling the first person who would be put in a cell. The new comrade proved to be an ideal candidate. Firstly, L. was a dozen years older than the conspirators, and secondly, his friendliness was not different. At night, when the controller had tied up on the post, Maslich and Dzyuba attacked the victim. But whether L. was stronger, or more experienced - he managed to free himself and get off with bruises. The next morning, finding an excuse, L. transferred to another cell. The Trinity lurked in anticipation of a new victim. One evening, Dzyuba suggested: "What if we try human beings? Man-eating must be sent to Moscow for expert examination - we'll go for a ride. And if you're lucky - we'll bite you under assholes! "I liked the idea. Maslich recalled that when he was young, he heard several stories when they closed cafes and restaurants because they allegedly found pies with a human. Sasha then wanted to try, how it all tastes ... Goluzov, by nature more inert - he looked like an underdeveloper of all - to the proposal reacted without emotion. But he also wanted to go to Moscow. Maslich drew in the evenings on a piece of cardboard: "I want to eat someone." This note will then fall into business. But they did not put anyone in the cell anymore. And one day, when Dzuba went to sleep, his cellmates came to the idea: to kill and eat the initiator himself, Dziubu. Almost the same evening, Maslich worked out a plan, as always accompanying his thoughts with drawings: on the card appeared a small dismembered man and a tank for drinking water, set on fire. "Sacrifice" was scheduled for the next night, but it broke - along the corridor until almost in the morning the convicts were taken to the shower. The door to the chamber in which these three sat sat was mesh to easily observe what was happening inside. But the next day turned out to be extremely calm. The Controller went to the post, the neighbors in the cells calmed down, and Dziuba fell asleep surprisingly quickly. Maslich and Goluzov waited until midnight and started. Before strangling, Dzyuba for some reason woke up. Maslich threw a ribbon around his neck, and obedient Goluzov grabbed his feet. Dziuba did not even resist. Then they began to cut the body fragments from a safety razor. Light Maslich seemed dark and unappetizing, and he threw the "whip" into the toilet, where the victim's blood had been poured before. The water tank was strengthened over the toilet bowl, a bonfire was made from the blanket and Dziuba's trousers. How can you weld the meat in a chamber with a mesh door so that the inspector does not smell anything in three meters? Investigators of the prosecutor's office say: it was the mesh door that played its part - it happened in the summer, only the grilles without glasses were on the windows, and the smoke from the camera was blowing a draft through the window. Convicts from neighboring cells later told us that they were singing the song "White Swan on the Pond" all night and laughed. At 6.15 am the patrol began a detour. "Hey, citizen chief, first come to us," cried Maslich. "We ate the Dzyuba!" For real!". Already while in the detention center awaiting trial, Maslich strangled another cellmate, who lost to him in cards, but could not give it away. In the case of Maslich it was recorded that, as an orphan, at the age of 12 he entered a boarding school for juvenile offenders, where he was subjected to monstrous bullying by other teenagers with a difficult fate - tortures, beatings, rape for years. The description of these mockeries by Maslich during the judicial interrogation caused tears in many jurors. It was then that the existential essence of the future cannibalized killer was laid, sworn by blood all his life cruelly to take revenge on the criminal world. Therefore, it is no coincidence that all the victims of Maslich were convicts of the IC and prisoners of the SIZO. The conclusions of forensic medical reports I have studied show that we are dealing not with real cannibalism, but with its skillful simulation: organs and parts of human bodies were only bitten by Maslich. In this, in my opinion, the quintessence of the "Russian courage" is a kind of bravado, say, look and be surprised at how disgusting and terrible I am! Judicial and investigative practice shows that many crimes of mercenary-violent orientation and crimes against the person committed in Russia contain elements of this "courage": a maniacal, absurd desire to shock society, remember at least in this version.

   Of particular interest to the criminologist is the open Lombrozo phenomenon of analgesia - the dull sensitivity of criminals to pain. This phenomenon is in itself an absolutely stable symptom of many forms of mental disorders, which also indirectly confirms our data on the high percentage of the spread of psychopathies among convicts. Working as an assistant prosecutor to supervise the observance of laws in prisons, I have repeatedly been convinced of the truth of this conclusion. And it is not so much about the swallowed nails and buttons sewn to the body, but rather about an indifferent, truly existential attitude to one's health and life.

    In this regard, one recalls the case of a mass "hara-kiri" or "secuke" in Russian convicted in one of the institutions of the strict regime of the Altai Territory. From regime considerations, the need arose for the transfer to prison of a thief in the law of Pachuashvili, nicknamed "Pacun". Naturally, the prospect of being imprisoned in the European part of Russia, where the criminal world is extremely negative towards the Siberians, did not suit him, and he threw a directive letter ("malyavu") into the premises of the SIZO-PKT with an order to organize convicts in protest against the transfer of a thief in law Mass suicidal blackmail of the administration of the IC. What was done! Arriving at the place, I saw with horror, as blood drains from the cells into the general corridor with scarlet streams. About 30 convicts in ShIZO, with indifferent faces of the inhabitants of Chinese opium establishments, sat on the floor of cells with nails in their stomachs and opened veins in their hands. They were provided with urgent medical assistance with surgical intervention, and without anesthesia, during which convicts did not publish a single groan.

   In general, a Russian person has a very peculiar attitude to prison. Prison in the Russian mentality can be anything: "home", "school of life", "abode of the sufferers" - only not a means of correction and punishment for the crime committed. Maybe, the specificity of the domestic penitentiary system is to blame for this - the convict has no time to think about what he did, to repent. A person is forced from the first days of his stay in the colony to join the system of unusual and very complex social relations. Otherwise, you can not survive in a national prison and you can lose all human dignity.

    This is confirmed by numerous examples from the judicial and prosecutorial practice. The existential formula of becoming a "real man" in Russia - "served - served" - is still alive in the national mentality. True, it is not entirely clear why, for the sake of what idea "stayed", but the formula works without fail and still bewitches the hearts of underage criminals with thieves' romance. So, the adults who have reached the age of majority of the educational colony ask the court to transfer them to an adult general regime, although there is an opportunity to stay in VC until the age of 21. At the same time their motivation is more than absurd, but it is completely inscribed in the national concept of the behavior of the "real man". The convict explains this in the following way: "I can not go to my native yard, to my native city, a village from a children's colony. It's not prestigious: it's like coming from a pioneer camp. " The halo of the martyr and the sufferer sometimes gets a high price, getting into the correctional colony, a pupil of the VC often becomes a victim of violence and mockery on the part of adult convicts, replenishing the ranks of outcast criminal world - "roosters". After 6-8 months, the administrations of the educational colonies receive tearful letters from their former wards with a request to transfer them back to the VC, but there is no turning back.

    The well-known criminologist A.I. Gurov, stressing that the danger here lurks not so much in imitation as minors, but in the assimilation of elements of the criminal-thieves subculture. In conversations with youth criminals it turned out that each of them knew the symbols of tattoos, the decoding of abbreviations, the meaning of "stars" and "rings." Obviously, it is also not accidental that 70% of juvenile offenders with tattoos maintained contact with previously convicted persons.

     The existential attitude towards the prison is expressed in the special color of the personality of the employee of the Russian penitentiary system. Only in a domestic prison, a truly transcendental, completely beyond the limits of the European understanding of the show, entitled "9 circles of hell", could have arisen and successfully existed for a long time. "9 circles of hell", created not by Dante's ingenious imagination, but by the sophisticated mind of the Altai employees of the penitentiary system, as in a mirror, reflect the peculiarities of the national prison and the attitude of Russian society towards it. Like Eugene Francois Vidoc, former criminal and chief of the French criminal police Syurte, who believed at the end of the nineteenth century that only a criminal could cope with the crime, the employees of the Barnaul pre-trial detention center believed that it was also necessary to fight prisoners with the methods of prisoners.

   The tactical operation they invented was surprisingly simple, but very effective. Getting into the crowded cell of the pre-trial prison, the defendant began the thorny path from the "non-prestigious" place near the parash to the place near the camera window. Since the turnover of "cadres" in the pre-trial detention center is high, the defendant had a chance within two or three weeks to make this difficult path through the prison hierarchy. But the officers of the SIZO masterfully turned the prisoner's movement into Sisyphean labor, moving him from one cell to another endlessly, where he again and again was forced to resume his attempts to approach the coveted window. Working in tandem with the investigator, the prison operatives achieved good results - after the third or fourth transfer, as a rule, they obtained recognition of the person under investigation in the crime committed by him.

    A Russian person has a very peculiar attitude toward death, incl. And to his. It does not at all resemble either the wise and respectful attitude toward the death of the Chinese Taoists, nor the stoicism of the Peruvian Indians, sung by Don Carlos Castaneda. Rather, it is a dumb obedience to the fate of a savage native. Only in Russia could there be a suicidal idea called "Russian roulette". A meaningless game with the death of a Russian person is completely different from the self-sacrifice of a kamikaze. If in the latter case we always deal with ideological suicide, then in the case of the "Russian roulette", the dear reader, the same bravado, the same struggle with boredom, the same Russian courage. A good illustration of this, in my opinion, can serve as a "household picture in modern taste", described by an outstanding Russian writer and journalist V.G. Korolenko at one time a sensational essay on the death penalty "Household phenomenon." He happened on January 3-4, 1909, to go by evening train from Stavropol Caucasus. They drove, as they usually do in third-class carriages, and the conversations went on normally. At the first stop a man entered a car in a neat suit, which in the Caucasus is called "Khokhlatsky". The figure is also ordinary, ordinary, and it was immediately, as usual, attached to the usual wagon conversation: who? Whence? On what business? trade? It turned out that he was going to Tavria and his business was not trading ... And which ones? "Yes, so ... a little misfortune came out ..." Well, this is the usual thing. "There are misfortunes with every man. Without this it is impossible. It's an everyday thing. " "Is anyone sick?" "No one is sick ... They hanged their son". Everyone was amazed at the calm tone of this answer. The news was unexpected and not quite ordinary. Someone, maybe, at once did not believe. But the "quiet" stranger took out his "documents" from his pocket and read them.

  Death for a Russian person is often a continuation of his absurd desire to assert himself in society. It is manifested as in intricate ways of suicide with the same sacred desire to shock the public, and in the no less absurd passion of Russian bandits to erect monuments and tombstones during their lifetime.

  In this regard, I remember the report from the funeral procession, prepared by the journalists of the TV program "The Man and the Law". In Moscow, buried criminal authority from the so-called "nut-borisov" brigade, shot by members of the "Solntsevo" criminal group. Pompous funeral cost "obshchaku" of 100 thousand US dollars. During the interview, a young man, a member of the "nut" brigade of about 20 years old, was asked: what does he dream about in life? He quite sincerely stated that he dreams of being buried with the same pomp as his boss. This is the depth of the existential understanding of the most complex philosophical question of life and death.

    The problem of the attitude of the Russian man to death, in my opinion, includes also the victimological aspects, i.e. Questions of the victim's behavior at the time of the commission of the crime. As you know, between the murderer and his victim at the time of the crime there is a rigid psychological connection, the study of which with the help of existential analysis, perhaps, would allow to separate in the legal psychology an independent section of knowledge "Existential victimology". It could include data on the national psychotype of not only the criminal, but also his victims, the behavioral characteristics of the victim Russian, Jewish and other nationality, the threshold of his psychological endurance and the threshold of frustration; The degree of victim's victimization, depending on the national mentality. I will venture to suggest that there is something in the Russian character that provokes a criminal assault on a person. We have already talked about addiction to alcohol as one of the reasons for domestic killings in Russia. This is an obvious provoking factor of crime. We are now talking about the bravado behavior of the Russian people - the most typical victim victim of the Russian victim. As I noted above, in the behavior of a Russian person, especially a woman, there is often an element of theatricality, games for the public, which often becomes the cause of affective murders. With brilliant precision, it was Nastasya Filippovna's behavior that was described by F.M. Dostoevsky in the novel "The Idiot." Nastasya Filippovna, with her usual scope, arranges in her house an enchanting show with the burning of one hundred thousand rubles. "Well, listen, Ganya," she says to her ex-boyfriend, "I want to look at your soul for the last time; You tormented me myself for three months; Now it's my turn. You see this pack, it's a hundred thousand! Now I'll throw it into the fireplace, into the fire, that's for all, all the witnesses! As soon as the fire grasps it all - climb into the fireplace, but only without gloves, with bare hands, and unscrew the sleeves, and pull a pack of fire! Pull it out - it's yours, one hundred thousand of yours! And I'll take a look at your soul, how you'll come down with my money into the fire. " In the course of the narrative, Nastasya Philippovna's psychopathic concert is repeated many times, but reaches its apogee in the scene with the captain, whom she swallowed in the face with a wicker cane only because he expressed indignation by her unworthy behavior in a society of strangers.

    The ending of the endless shocking Nastasya Filippovna in the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky is well known - she was killed out of jealousy by a merchant Rogozhin. But how often does this story repeat in Russia and one hundred and thirty years after the events described in the novel. And how often the image of Nastasya Filippovna, as in the mirror, is reflected in the psychological portrait of the modern victim of similar crimes.

     In support of this thesis, I will quote an excerpt from the conclusion of a forensic psychological examination carried out on the identity of the injured Fomina, who was killed on January 2, 1989 because of jealousy by her husband (chief engineer of a large enterprise in Barnaul): "The character is stubborn, strong-willed and quickly irritated. Capricious, theatrical. Behavior in everyday life, and at work has the character of "playing to the public." Arrogant, envious, vindictive, fidgety, hysterical, attachments are fragile, interests are shallow. The main goal in life is to attract attention. Claims for unconditional leadership in the family. " Agree, the classic set of victim qualities of the victim is "purely Russian murder." And there are a lot of such examples. The reactive, psychopathic behavior of the Russian victim often provokes a crime against the person, charging the assassin by aggression according to the boomerang principle.

    By the way, I remember very well this extremely unpleasant affair of the chief engineer Sergei Sergeevich Fomin. This, as - time, was my first watch as an investigator of the prosecutor's office in the city of Barnaul. As I remember now, on January 2, 1989, I went to work on my first day of service in the Barnaul Special Prosecutor's Office for Supervision of Law Enforcement in the ITU. In fact, according to a long tradition established in the prosecutor's office, the assistants of the Barnaul prosecutor did not attend daily duty on the city for compliance with the laws in the ITU (it was understood that we are in permanent duty in the correctional facilities that we supervise), but that day the senior investigator of the Oktyabrskiy Prosecutor's Office City of Barnaul, with the employees of which we shared our two-story wooden "chicken coop" on Sizova Street, Valery Dmitrievich Ivanov (the oldest and most experienced investigator of the Altai Territory Prosecutor's Office) Thread it during the daily duty, as he had to urgently leave the city for family reasons. "Seryoga, you do nothing on duty, nothing - the people after the New Year holidays" soaks away "and he clearly is not up to the crime!" - Valery Dmitrievich persuaded me. I must say, here he completely did not guess - for the night I "picked up" 6 "bloomers", of them 2 criminal and 4 suicides. This duty, dear reader, I remembered for all life. Arriving at the place of the murder of Fomina, I was met at the door of the criminal apartment by the investigator of the Prosecutor's Office of the Industrial Districts Pinchukov - an extremely unpleasant type of 40 years, who immediately appreciated that he was still a fledgling chick, and began to load me in full: "Listen , Guy, the crime is committed on my territory, I have already examined everything, there is no 103 (article 103 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, providing for responsibility for the murder), there - "clean" 108 (Article 108 of Part 2 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, providing for liability for serious bodily harm , Entailing E death of the victim). So quietly bring a criminal case under art. 108 and "baldy" further on his duty! "And with a sense of accomplishment Pinchukov retired from the scene. His maneuver was extremely simple and unsophisticated - initiating a criminal case under Part 2 of Article 108 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, Pinchukov got rid of a completely unnecessary criminal case, which automatically went to the jurisdiction of the territorial investigative bodies of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

      Entering this ill-fated apartment, I saw a drunk man of about 45 years old, who was sitting near the kitchen table, tragically wrapping his head in both hands. Directly in front of him, face down, in the puddle of dark - brown, already withered blood lay the corpse of a beautiful young woman. After a quick inspection of the scene, I proceeded to question Fomin, although by law I had to postpone this investigative action until his full sobering. But I still had student knowledge in the field of criminalistics, which says that there is no more effective tactical reception than interrogation "hot on the trail", when the criminal is not yet ready to give the investigation active opposition and quite well "pricked."

       And the circumstances of the murder were as follows. Sergey Sergeevich Fomin, chief engineer of the Barnaul plant ATI (plant of asbestos products) two years ago married Lyudmila Fomina, who was almost 20 years younger than Sergei, very nobly adopting her two children from her first marriage. Married life immediately did not work out, as Lyudmila turned out to be a nymphomaniac, and Fomin, probably because of long years of work in this extremely harmful enterprise, began to have disorders in the sexual sphere. Infinite reproaches and reproaches of his wife only exacerbated this problem.

     On January 2, 1989, Fomin decided to arrange a romantic candlelit dinner for his wife, having bought flowers, champagne and cake, having sent his daughters to the mother-in-law. However, everything went wrong from the very beginning. Lyudmila came about 20 hours from the New Year's Eve, under the "shafe" and clearly in a bad mood. From the very beginning she attacked Sergei with reproaches, not forgetting to remind him that he was not only a weakly sexually male, but also a bad master - even the wallpaper in the kitchen could not be pasted to the holiday. Fomin immediately rushed to the storeroom behind the wallpaper and shoe knife, hastily began to measure and cut them, intending to produce at least a "cosmetic" repair. "No, just look at this idiot! - Lyudmila screamed hysterically. - New Year, however, and he decided to do repairs! No, Fomin, I'll leave you, you fool, to a young, strong man! "Well, this completely overwhelmed Sergei's patience: in passion, he threw himself at his wife, double-literally cutting through her chest with a razor sharp knife. "What have you done, Sergei, my daughters are orphans!" Luda said quietly and gave her soul to God. Fomin grabbed the already lifeless body of his wife, embraced her, and, reveling in hot tears, began to kiss the face of his beloved woman. After a while he called the police, saying that he had committed the murder and before the arrival of the investigative-operational group began, like water, to jam in the kitchen without a snack. In this state, we found him at the crime scene.

    After listening to Pinchukova, I filed a criminal case under Part 2 of Art. 108 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR (and where only this half-witted saw signs of this article ?!). The reaction to my procedural action was immediate.

    The next day, Sasha Vorotnikov, the head of the Investigative Department of the Industrial ROVD, telephoned to the prosecutor's office, and in the university days the permanent and rather successful commander of the detachment Ermak, the main rival of the Rusich at that time, and very demanding, with metal in his voice, Phone: "Sergey, why did you initiate the case under Part 2 of Art. 108 CC? It's not yours, but ours! Be kind then to come to our department and put the registration card on the perfect crime! "I immediately ran to Valery Dmitrievich Ivanov and told him about the situation. He frowned and gloomily uttered: "Seryoga, this is a concretic shit! Pinchukov set you up, and me along with you! I did not think he was such a nit! You can not put any cards - both of us will then be "facking" to the regional prosecutor's office! "

 Following the advice of the master of law, I began to avoid Porotnikov, stubbornly not answering his calls, but Sasha was also "not bast-sewed" - and without waiting for me to respond positively, he complained about my procedural actions to the Investigation Department of the Prosecutor's Office of the Altai Territory . Since I was still quite a "young" employee of the prosecutor's office, Valery Dmitrievich Ivanov was "pulled" to the "carpet" to the regional prosecutor Ivan Pavlovich Gushchin. He returned from there darker than the clouds; However, he did not say anything to me, not a word of reproach, but only sullenly passed me to his fairly smoky office, where, with a fierce sadomasochistic frenzy, he puffed his pipe, as if by Sherlock Holmes, filling all the surrounding tobacco smoke with dense clouds of tobacco smoke His space on the first floor of the prosecutor's office.

    My mood fell below the "waterline" - it turned out that on my first day of work I managed to "substitute" a senior comrade seriously! My dejected state did not go unnoticed for our only investigator of the special prosecutor's office Sergey Arkadevich Karasev, a brutal man of 40, a very large and very representative, besides a former paratrooper exiled to us from a prosecutor's office in the Altai Territory for an accident in a drunken state. Wishing to at least solace me, he told me an almost anecdotal story from the life of my chief at that time offender - investigator Pinchukov.

   "You know, Earring, why Pinchukova" behind the eyes "everyone is called a" father-in-law "? - Intriguingly began his story Karasev .- And it was so. One day in February 1983, I was summoned to the Industrial Court for questioning as a witness in my own criminal case. At that time I worked as a senior investigator for especially important cases of the Investigation Department of the Krai Prosecutor's Office. Entering the courthouse, I saw an eerie and simultaneously comical picture: two hefty nurses, through the construction of visitors, on a stretcher bear the unfortunate investigator Pinchukov, who was lying on his stomach, covered with a white sheet and moaning, and through the sheet his bloodied ass showed through. "What happened?" - I asked the nurse, being in complete perplexity. And the following happened: Pinchukov, precipitated for questioning in court, recklessly decided before the trial to go to the toilet, where he was peradventually perched with his feet on the toilet; Old "fissure", as usual, could not stand his boar weight and fell apart, severely injuring his ass. They say that Pinchukov was even sewn up in a torn "point"! So, Serzhik, God - not Timoshka, sees a little! "

    This "amazing" story, indeed, somewhat consoled me, and soon I completely forgot about this unpleasant incident on my first watch on the city of Barnaul.

    For three years of service in the prosecutor's office, I went more than 30 times on duty to the investigator in the city, and even took with him to some watch his cousin Zhenya, with whom we were always more in-laws than the very first brothers, and who, by the time, was already 19 years old - So he was quite mature for a real police job. It was these nightly "voyages" that determined Zhenya in the choice of his future profession - up to the present time Evgeny V. Gulimov, already a lieutenant colonel of the militia, has been successfully working as a crime expert in Zheleznodorozhny district police department of Barnaul. Our night expeditions were actively encouraged by my grandmother, who accompanied us to watch, as, probably, women escorted their men to the war, equipping with all the necessary provisions and saying affectionate parting words. Of all our night shifts, one thing, for some reason, was especially deep in my memory. This was in April 1989. Zhenya and I, who unofficially acted as a freelance assistant to the investigator, arrived at the police department of the Altai Territory and did not have time to enter the room of the resting shift, as they had already called us to inspect the scene of the incident. In the central district of the city of Barnaul in a nine-story building along Krupskaya Street, a seventy-year-old, very well-fed grandmother hung on a battery of steam heating.

    Even then, the circumstances of this extremely unpleasant incident seemed more than strange to me. Grandmother lived in a separate room in a three-room apartment of her son, who had a wife and two children. In this "friendly" family, as usual, there was a fierce war between the mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law, where the son completely rose to the position of his wife, also against his mother. Unable to endure the humiliation of a brisk daughter-in-law and Jesuit's betrayal of her son, one evening my grandma cleverly fixed the clothesline on the pipe of steam heating and somehow managed to hang herself in an extremely "uncomfortable" sitting position, in which she sat, judging by cadaveric phenomena, more Of the week. It is noteworthy that the household was not at all alarmed by the fact of the long absence of an elderly woman in public places, and they only missed her when the smell of decay finally pulled him out from behind the thick door of Grandmother's room. Only after that, the "loving" son guessed to call an investigative-operative group. We arrived at the scene of the apartment on this ninth floor of a panel house about 22 hours. The door of the grandmother's room was locked from the inside - obviously, a granny, pursued by all sorts of different phobias, was constantly shutting herself from her "dear" household members to the key. The policeman, armed with an ax, promptly cracked the door: and then we were struck with such a stifling, sickening wave of stench, just knocking down - the hideous smell of the decay of the human body, which it is impossible to get used to - that all household members, district and Zheka, rushed out of the apartment to the staircase Pad. However, the smell there and thoroughly got them, so they soon ran amicably galloping up the staircase to the street (the elevator, for some reason, under the law of meanness did not work), where at that time a decent crowd of tenants from the 8th and 9th floors had already gathered, also Who smelled in their apartments this unique "ambre". Near the grandmother there were only me and an elderly medical examiner of Altai regional bureau of SME Nikolai Frolov - the most experienced and most humorous forensic physician in Barnaul; Yes, perhaps, and in the whole Altai Territory.

   Looking at my green face (I was about to puke), Frolov rushed to open the window in my grandmother's room. Convulsively, like a fish, breathing in fresh air, I began to examine the body.

    The spectacle was clearly not for the faint-hearted. The unfortunate grandmother was like a rather wrinkled mushroom - a morello, from under which a stinking puddle of dark brown color, like the one that sometimes forms when the conditions for drying the white mushrooms is spreading. "Man left the Ocean, apparently, and leaves after death!" - I philosophically, very thoughtfully, I concluded, remembering the academic lecture of our wonderful lecturer in forensic medicine at the ASU Alexander Ilyich Zorkin. Zorkin told us how, during the Vietnam War, American soldiers were poured into the veins simple seawater because of a lack of plasma, and they, surprisingly, survived. The fact is that the blood in its chemical composition is completely identical to sea water, which once again proves our oceanic origin.

   The arms of the gallows resembled the gloves of the notorious murderer, the maniac Fredi Krueger, because they were incredibly swollen by the action of cadaveric gases to the size of hockey leggings, and 8-centimetric, rapaciously clawed claws adorned their fingers like sausages. Horror! Alfred Hitchcock with his naive "horror stories" is just resting here!

   It is clear that in such extreme conditions I finished the inspection very quickly. Now it was necessary to "turn over" the unfortunate body from the ninth floor to the street where the city "corpse" was already standing. Relatives of the grandmother and Eugene, for obvious reasons, immediately refused to participate in this "sacred" event. As a result, the corpse was dragged by a threesome - I, the district police officer and Nikolai Vasilyevich Frolov. My grandmother, as I said earlier, was very, very "well-fed," and I had to drag 9 long floors. We put her on a camel blanket, "kindly" provided (he was clearly sorry for this blanket for the "beloved" Mom) son of the deceased, and carried; And the district and forensic expert Frolov were at the top, and I was holding the ends of the blanket from the bottom. Somewhere between the 6th and 7th floors grandmother suddenly poured a stinking stream and straight onto my new jacket, which my mom, who was talented in all respects, just recently built for me to birthday. Fortunately, that the prudent mama jacket from above was covered with a waterproof raincoat, but all the same - there is very little joy in such a "sanctification" of the subject. When we finally came down with all this funeral procession down, standing in the street, the crowd suddenly, like a leper, jerked frantically away from me - such a terrible "ambre" exuded my wonderful jacket. All the way back, while I was driving on the police "UAZ", filling the interior of the car with a sickening smell, I dreamed of only one thing - to quickly get to the toilet of the GUVD region and wash my unhappy jacket. However, I did not really get this done either. I did not have time to go to the toilet and go to the tap of cold water, as Zhenya had already fled to my feet - our investigative-operative group was urgently summoned to the next incident - group rape. "They are worn with their own p .... mi, mokrochechalki unhappy!" - grumbled angrily every time Valery Dmitrievich Ivanov, with great reluctance to proceed to investigate another criminal case of rape, which is traditionally terribly disliked and never liked by all without exception investigators of the prosecutor's office . Roughly and deliciously swearing at all the "shaggy suitcases" put together, I doomed wandered after Zhenka in the direction of the front entrance of the GUVD of the Altai Territory, where we waited impatiently on duty "UAZ".

   This rape committed in the upland part of the Central District of Barnaul was completely atypical and generated more questions than answers. Arriving in the Central ROVD, I began with the interrogation of the victims. There were three of them, these girls from 16 to 19 years old. The most talkative of them was a 16-year-old, very cute girl Ira. She willingly told me the sad story of "group sex" and expressed the wish that I, such a young and pretty investigator, would lead their business to the end. The other two girls suddenly closed in themselves; They were silent as partisans, denying even the very fact of sexual intercourse. God kill me, but I could not see signs of violent acts of a sexual nature with respect to the victims - they went to the house of the three freshly released convicts completely voluntarily, several times went outside to the store for alcohol and had the opportunity to call for help, but this Persistently, for some reason, did not. "I do not see anything and absolutely do not understand anything about this absolute" wood-grouse, "Borya!" - I turned to the senior criminal detective of the Central District, Boris Komarov, with whom I grew up together in a house on Komsomolsky Prospekt. "If you, Seryoga, saw the suspected Sviridov, you would understand everything at once. This is not necessary - you'll give it yourself, anywhere! "As it turned out, Sviridov is a two-meter gorilla, very similar to the boxer -" heavyweight "Nikolai Valuev, and repeatedly convicted for robbery. It was he, according to preliminary data, raped a minor Irina.

    There was nothing to do - I sent all three girls to a forensic examination. And the GUVD of the region found nothing better than to send for the injured girls a small military truck "ZIL", on the high side of which I with great difficulty helped them to climb. "There was no other transport for these boobies, is it?" - I thought angrily and suddenly found out with horror that all three girls had no panties. I remembered that it was I who forced them to remove all the underwear that was sent to the biological examination to the ROVD.

   After a while, Frolov, a forensic examiner in the city, called me to the Central District Department of Internal Affairs, who asked me just one question "on the forehead": "Sergei, did you put the question of sexual intercourse in a perverted form in your decision? So I need, after all, take a smear from the anus or not? "" No, Nikolai Vasilyevich, do not - I put this question more for "pro forma", it does not follow from the circumstances of the case, "I answered. "I need only one thing from you: was Irina a minor virgin and did she have a sexual act with Sviridov?" "Well, here you do not have to worry at all," Frolov answered with a laugh. - This Ira - "just a hole", just a "sorceress" - such a developed device, God forbid to everyone. And I did not find the sperm in her vagina - apparently, there was an incomplete sexual act. You understand, the former "zek", it is possible "failure" from prolonged sexual abstinence! "

   Soon, along with my brother Zhenya and the forensic expert Alexei Yanchenkov (8 years later we will work with him at the same department of criminal procedure and criminalistics at the Barnaul Law Institute of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation), on duty, "UAZ" went to inspect the scene of the incident. These unfortunate events, so similar and simultaneously unlike the "classic" group rape, occurred in the private sector near the Altai cinema in the upland part of the Central District of Barnaul, where sedentary gypsies and former criminals settled long ago. Long evolution and natural selection have led to the fact that in this very criminal area of ​​the city there has been a long time, successively replacing each other, more than one generation of "glorious" Altai "zeks."

   Based on the testimony of the injured Irina, I immediately found a "cherished" place in an abandoned flock, where Sviridov took possession of the girl from behind. On the wet sand, two miniature ladies' shoes and two huge bear traces of Sviridov 48 sizes were clearly imprinted. "Alexei, we need to remove the gypsum prints from these tracks; It's just a wonderful "snap" to the victim's testimony and a perfect addition to the protocol of the site inspection! "- I turned to the expert - criminalist Yanchenkov. "And I do not have gypsum with me, dear!" - cheerfully reported that. "Well, then let the silicone paste" K "come!" - I did not lag behind him. "And this I especially do not have in the department for a long time!" - almost joyfully exclaimed Yanchenkov. "Well, you're just" ai maladtsa, "Lesha! - With open sarcasm I said sarcastically, surprised at such a strange, completely incomprehensible to me disparaging attitude to their professional duties. - Powerfully prepared for inspection, hovering, there's nothing to say! "

    During the entire time that I was inspecting the site of the incident, the owner of this "bad" log house, which had long since turned into a hangout for the former Altai "zek", an elderly man of 60 years, looked at me with his cunning, screwed-up eyes, and then, When I heard my name sounded during the inspection, I suddenly asked: "Tell me, citizen investigator, Eduard Voronin, you do not accidentally come to you, it's painful to you like him?" "That's right, this is my father!" I replied in surprise. It turned out that my father in 1969 investigated a criminal case against this grandfather, citizen Cherepanov, who caused serious bodily harm to another citizen Ignatov, which caused his death. "Your father is such a wonderful, such a good man! - Cherepanov loudly exclaimed with excitement in his voice. "Do you know how he helped me then?" After all, I really "haggled" "vyshak", if not for your father! "And it was so.

     Once Cherepanov, then quite a young man, came to his great-uncle - beekeeper Ignatov to drink mead with vodka. This grandfather had a terrible, almost bearish, physical strength, and in a drunken state he became completely uncontrollable, completely losing his reason. In the midst of merriment, as usual, they quarreled, the grandfather attacked his granddaughter and began to choke him. Feeling that a little more, and he will give his soul to God, Tcherepanov hardly reached for the cleaver standing near the stove, and struck them on the tangent blow to the temple of his grandfather, almost immediately killing him. Chances to him, the recidivist, who had already been convicted for murder, was impossible to avoid the highest measure under such circumstances. My perspicacious dad immediately "missed" this difficult situation; He was able to persuade Cherepanov, after all, to give truthful testimony (he completely withdrew into himself during the investigation, resigned himself to the inevitability) and, through numerous expert examinations, proved murder committed in the state of necessary defense than actually saved Cherepanov from imminent death penalty. Here is such an amazing story, so unexpectedly discovered the historical connection of generations of fathers and children in the Altai, occurred on this night duty around the city in April 1989! However, after indulging in the "sweet" memories of the "golden dots" of my glorious prosecutor's youth, we, as always, got too distracted from our basic esoteric research - this "over-mysterious" soul of the Russian criminal.

  My observations in the domestic prison showed that in our completely unpredictable Russian life metamorphoses often happen, when the victim of life circumstances suddenly becomes a criminal.

   As an example of the transcendental transformation of a respectable citizen and a diligent family man into an inveterate recidivist, a criminal case against Vladimirov, accused of committing a crime, provided for under item "c" of art. 102 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, may serve.

     Nikolai Vladimirov, a native of the Altai Territory, 37 years old, married, father of two children, had three outstanding convictions. The first conviction was obtained at the age of 30 years. Working as a truck driver, in April 1985 he was traveling with a cargo to Tomsk. On the way I decided to rest and drove the car to the edge of the curb. He went to bed, forgetting to include the parking lights on his KAMAZ. In the middle of the night I heard a blow on the trailer, which did not attach importance, but in the morning I found under the trailer of my car an inverted Ural motorcycle with a stroller and the corpses of two men. For the crime committed the court appointed Vladimirov punishment in the form of 5 years imprisonment with serving punishment in the colony of the general regime. The detachment chief noted in the journal individual interviews with the convicts that Vladimirov was very worried about what had happened, missed his family and for a long time could not adapt in places of deprivation of liberty. In addition, he was very sensitive to insults from the administration and convicts from the category of so-called "thieves." There were also conflicts with the latter, as a result of one of them, Vladimirov, who possessed great physical strength, broke the head with the scrap of the convict Grigoriev, who tried to rape him. Already in the colony was secondarily convicted of this crime under Part 2 of Article 108 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR (serious bodily injuries, which resulted in death) and transferred to a strict-security colony. "Thieves" mail worked, and "criminal", to the cast of which belonged to the victim Grigoriev, gave Vladimirov strong psychological pressure. However, the latter did not complain to anyone, he endured suffering stoically, while losing hope of ever getting out. Conflict with the connivance of the administration of the IU was inevitable, and as a result of the fights in the industrial zone of the institution, Vladimirov inflicted mortally wounded injuries on the "leased" Bochkarev, a representative of the "rubce" criminal group. For this crime, Vladimir was convicted under Article 103 of the RSFSR Criminal Code (deliberate murder), recognized as a particularly dangerous recidivist and sent to a special regime colony. Fearing revenge on the part of the leaders of the negative groups, the administration of the colony placed Vladimirova in a solitary confinement cell (SHIZO), thus protecting him from the convicts. Here, in Vladimir Vladimirov, who behaved extremely aggressively, defiantly, constantly demanding a meeting with his wife, a conflict arose with Ensign Naumov, the inspector of the military garb, repeatedly insulting those convicted of obscene language. During the distribution of food Vladimirov in response to another insult Naumov through the window of distribution dragged the controller into the cell and strangled him. The investigator of the prosecutor's office presented the convicted Vladimir with a charge under clause "c" of Article 102 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, that is, In committing a premeditated murder in connection with the performance of the victim's duty.

    The age-old topic of the "guard-prisoner" conflict, which has the same tragic outcome as in the case of Vladimir Vladimirov, is very well revealed in the story of Victor Hugo "Claude Ge". Describing the story of the relationship between prisoner Claude Ge and the shopkeeper in the Parisian correctional home, the tragic denouement of which was the killing of the latter and the execution of the prisoner, Hugo emotionally appeals to the powers that be: "Visit penal servitude. Collect all the convicts around you. Examine one by one these rejected human law. Measure all these profiles, touch these skulls. Each of these fallen people has as its prototype some animal; It seems that everyone stands on the verge of a particular kind of animal and man. Here's a lynx, here's a cat, here's a hyena, here's a hawk. It turns out, therefore, that the main blame for all these undeveloped heads falls, first of all, of course, on nature, and then - on upbringing. Nature badly molded, education badly polished. "

   Obviously, without a thorough analysis of the life situation in which the criminal and his victim were located, without taking into account the psychological and national characteristics of the characters of both parties to the conflict, it is impossible to understand the mechanism of the crime, its inner, in-depth essence. In my opinion, this is what existentialism serves as a method of scientific research. Following the logic of our esoteric narrative, I can not ignore the question of the attitude of a Russian person to property - to his and others'. Here, not everything is as simple as it might seem at first glance. The fact is that a Russian person in relation to things often manifests a paradoxical combination of extreme fidelity and an inadequate assessment of the consumer value of things.

  Theft in Russia is a national crime, which at one time was an outstanding Russian historian, NM. Karamzin invested in the ultimately laconic formula: "And what about Russia? They steal-with! "And in their desire to possess this or that thing or satisfy their urgent need, a Russian person will stop at nothing. Let's recollect at least the textbook image of a bandit from the song "Murka", which has become almost folk classics and very poetic about the romance of criminal life. "Once they went to work - I wanted to drink!" The motivation for the crime is clear to all Russian people and is extremely simple. Just as the savage natives in the desire to have mirrors and glass beads did not stop at anything, including. Before the murder of the "white deity" - the Spanish conquistadors, the Russian man, because of stupidity and a momentary desire to have fun, goes to crimes of selfish and mercenary-violent direction.

  This situation was described very well in his story "The Intruder" by the great Russian writer A.P. Chekhov. The plot of the story is devoted to the trial of a village peasant because he unscrewed the nuts with which the rails to the sleepers are attached. Dialogue is written in the good traditions of the theater of the absurd.

"... The investigating judge asks Denis Grigoriev:

- Why did you need this nut?

- Not something? We are making weights from nuts ...

- But for the sinker you could take lead, a bullet ... some carnations ...

- You can not find lead on the road, you have to buy it, but cloves are not good. Better than a nut and not find ... And heavy, and there is a hole.

- What a fool he is! Do not you understand, stupid head, what does this unscrewing lead to? Do not look at the watchman, because the train could have gone off the rails, people would have been killed! You would kill people!

- Good Lord, your honor! Why kill? Are we not baptized or villains? Glory to those gentlemen, Mr. Good, lived their century and not just to kill, but there were no thoughts like that either ...

- And why do you think there are train crashes? Unscrew two or three nuts, here's a wreck!

- We understand this ... We do not all unscrew .., leave ... We are not without a mind .., we understand. "

    Absurdity of the judicial situation Chekhov masterfully achieved the description of this absolutely native relationship of Grigoriev to the perfect crime, which perceives his act as anything, but not as a theft, especially for which a criminal penalty is possible. The paradoxical attitude of the Russian man to property has long been the theme of the study of Russian writers (ME Saltykov-Shchedrin "Lord Golovlevs", NV Gogol "Dead Souls", VM Shukshin "My son-in-law stole a firewood machine", "Kalina Red ", V. Astafiev" Tsar-fish ", etc.). One thing is clear that such an attitude obviously has an existential nature, conditioned by the traditionally low standard of living of the Russian people. Hence the inadequate evaluation of material values, the disparity of the means selected by the perpetrator to achieve the goal.

   Another existential touch in the national psychotype of the criminal is the attitude of the Russian person to power and law enforcement agencies. Sadomasochism of the Russian people is very peculiarly manifested here. In the Russian mentality there is a persistent rejection of official authority, and counteraction to it (and in any, sometimes completely absurd forms) is often estimated by society as a manifestation of male prowess.

    To this conclusion numerous observations are made of the behavior of detainees in the duty units of the internal affairs department of Russia. Bravado, frankly evocative behavior of detainees in relation to police officers, usually ends with the same thing - the application to "riotous" rich arsenal of special means, including. Police "know-how" under the touching name "pose of a cube-rubik". It is clear that in this fact there is nothing remarkable for our research, but another interesting thing, when returning to the cell, the "victim of police arbitrariness" proudly tells the inmates about the fanaticism of the police officers towards him, immediately surrounding himself with the halo of a national martyr. This is, in my opinion, existentialism in action, conditioned by the historical conditions of the development of the Russian state, which have developed a completely nihilistic attitude towards the state power and its representatives from the Russian people. Legal nihilism is much more inherent in Russian mentality than law-abiding, which definitely distinguishes us from Germans and Japanese, and also imposes an imprint on the nature of crime in Russia as a phenomenon in general.

  However, the paradox of Russian nature often manifests itself in relations with the authorities. As a result, sometimes absolutely amazing symbiosis of criminals and law enforcement officers is formed. An example of such a remarkable symbiosis, I believe, was described by V. Gilyarovsky in his book "Moscow and Muscovites". Describing the criminal life of the inhabitants of Khitrovka (one of the most virgin districts of Moscow in the early 20th century), Gilyarovsky noted that "... all the cunning market was run by two policemen, Rudnikov and Lokhmatkin. Only their pudgy kulaks were really afraid of "punks", and "business guys" were with both representatives of power in friendship and, having returned from penal servitude or running from prison, first of all went to them to bow. They both knew in the face of all the criminals, looking at them for a quarter of a century of their irremovable service ... And the "well-wishers" under such power. Rudnikov was a type of one of a kind. He was even considered to be fair in escaped convicts, and therefore he was not killed, although he was beaten several times during arrests. But he was not wounded by malice, but only by saving his own skin. Everyone did his job: one caught and held, and the other hid and fled. Such is the convict logic. "

 Examples of such a symbiosis of criminals and law enforcement officers can be found in modern legal reality. This is the often occurring friendship between the criminal investigation operatives and their confidants, and the merging of the employees of the departments of the Internal Affairs Directorate in combating illicit drug trafficking with the drug mafia.

   It is clear that the phenomenon of corruption of law enforcement officers takes place in virtually any country in the world, but in the Russian interpretation it takes on sometimes quite bizarre forms, which I also tend to consider as one of the manifestations of the Russian people's original relationship to state power and its representatives.

    Such "strange" conclusions about the "mysterious Russian soul" and the "psychotype of the Russian criminal", based on their personal observations of the convicts and their guards in the domestic penitentiary system, I made in three years of work as an assistant to the Barnaul Prosecutor for Supervision of Law Enforcement in  jail.

    However, August 1991 came, and with it - the famous "coup" CCHR. All over the country, suddenly burst into flames, "zakolbasilo" (shacking), as if a certain wicked joker threw it into a deep pool with a sadistic curiosity, observing that "she will come out, after all, or not come out"?

    The prison turned me in three years, worse than the bitter radish, and I decided to change the "place of dislocation" again - to switch from the prosecutor's office to the service in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia.

     So, very everyday and trivial, in August 1991, began my 17-year-old police,s marathon called "Facking"!

           "Hello,  God Ra!"

"Yes, put your instrument on the top shelf," the young Kirghiz, who was sitting on the second shelf of our compartment, was trying to convince me with false participation, directly above me. "It will be more secure there." And you are calmer! "I, without paying any attention to him, shoved the" Roland "under his lower shelf, where he stood up perfectly, and looked around. Contingent in the compartment was caught - "God forbid to everyone" - one another "more beautiful"!

On the contrary, I was sitting (it's just incredible) a real, living "Antibiotic"! Not in the sense of medicine, of course, but in the sense of the artist Lev Borisov, genius, just incomparably played the role of "mafia" in the cult series "Bandit Petersburg". Such an incredible, just "funky", similarities in life I have yet to meet!

In addition to the "Antibiotic" two more go in the compartment: a suspicious Kirghiz, of whom he has already spoken, of a very criminal appearance; And the whitish Jew Victor, who looks very much like the "hero of my novel" already known to the reader from the glorious army past - Dima Kelgevatov.

Nearby, in the next compartment, already started a noisy drinking, which, as it turns out later, will continue throughout the journey. In general, this trip from the very beginning promised to be "exciting", in all senses of the word!

"Oh, I do not like all this, oh do not like it! - feverishly knocked in the head of the same thought. - After all, my wife told me - take a ticket for the train "Moscow - Krasnoyarsk"! And I said, quite arrogantly told this to the Moscow cashier. How come it turned out that I found myself on this "hellish" train "Moscow-Bratsk", which rushes to the underworld? "Only a long time later I will understand that this Ra deliberately pushed me into this ill-fated train, having arranged his next test of strength for his son !!

I'm traveling on this "cheerful" train from Moscow not somewhere, but home, to my native Siberia, leaving behind 17 years of impeccable service in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia. Over the years, there have been many significant events, which, of course, do not fit into the pages of one novel, even such an unusual - esoteric! The service, of course, has given me a lot in my life-only thanks to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia, I successfully defended my Ph.D. and Doctor's dissertations, I served in Barnaul, Krasnoyarsk, Khabarovsk and even Moscow, in which I actually retired, In one, very "mysterious" and very "secret" VNII Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation (see on You Tube clip Sergei Voronin "The case in Moscow").

The head of the "hellish" train was a small Azerbaijani Jew Yasha, aged 30-35, who paced the carriage with an important kind of royal penguin, giving his subordinates valuable instructions. I immediately noticed that he was clearly connected by a close relationship with the conductor of our car, which I mentally dubbed "Marilyn Monroe" - the one that showed such a heightened interest in my musical instrument on boarding. They often retired together in her compartment for the conductors and softly cooed about something, while being embarrassed when one of the passengers passed by.

"Antibiotic", which was already clearly over 60, as an elder began to actively "bank" at the table, assuming the ungrateful role of the road massovik - entertainer. With his stupid jokes - jokes he again reminded me very much of a character from my "gay" youth - the same "Siply" from Samarkand - I even thought at first that I again had "de Zha vu". From his travel bag - luggage "Antibiotic" extracted to the light of God a piece of smoked bacon, an aromatic boiled pork and a bottle of vodka. Of course, the four of us quit the bottle very quickly, after which the Antibiotic, with a conspiratorial air, took out a 100 gram "scoundrel" of "gorilka" and, slyly looking at me, said: "Of course, I do not force anyone to drink - as "I, without thinking of anything, poured the entire contents of the bottle into my glass (here, as they say, and one will not be enough!) And drank a single volley, biting a piece of delicious boiled pork. "Eh, listen, my dear, for a snack - that is not very much" leash, "and then there are very few of it left!" - suddenly, for no reason, read "Antibiotic" and faster than a macaque snatched a hefty piece of meat straight From my hands. "Yes, let him eat, do you feel sorry for the meat?" - unexpectedly stood up for me, the Jew Victor, surprised at the incredible greed of the old man. From the drunk in my head went a nice "bald", I grew sleepy, and since the "Antibiotic" all alcohol has dried up, I decided to go to the restaurant of the train - "catch up" and have a good meal. In the restaurant I "took on the chest" another 150 grams, zaev their delicious Ukrainian borsch. Then it became quite "good" for me, and I went out for a walk in the tambour. Our train, at this time, made a long stop in Vladimir - once, opposite the ancient Orthodox cathedral.

Looking at the gilded crosses proudly towering over the domes of the ancient temple, I suddenly heard Ra say to me: "Son, be careful, there is a serious danger ahead!" I will specify that it was not even a voice in the true sense of the word, but, As if, a running line below the "blue" screen, which I easily and naturally read from my drunk at the time of consciousness. Later, I will get used to this line as my own, and I will learn to read it very calmly and judiciously, separating it from my own thoughts, and then, for the first time, it was completely new, unfamiliar, and therefore a little scary (I always feared schizophrenics with their "Split" personality, endless "voices" and visions) sensation.

"I do not understand, in Vladimir in general, according to the schedule, the parking lot is only 15 minutes, and we are already 45!" - said the "Marilyn Monroe" indignantly to the conductor from another car, and I suddenly realized that this parking area is meant exclusively for me, so that properly All to think about and prepare for the next test of Ra.

A Kirghiz came into the vestibule, who carefully and with great interest told me: "And what are you here alone, is it really that much more interesting? You would at least change your clothes, otherwise you'll go by train for 4 hours! "" Yes, I'll have time, the road is long! "I said, turning away from the Kirghiz to the window, letting me know that I did not want to communicate with uninteresting ones Interlocutor. Kirgiz turned and left, and after him, the train's head Yasha appeared in my tambour, who, with no less compassion and pity than the Kirghiz, asked: "Is it bad for you?" "And why did you suddenly take it? "- I was surprised, which was very even" good "at that moment. "Well, you are so strange," the Jew portrayed my face on the outstretched neck, "they stared out the window, which I thought was probably bad for a man!" "No, do not worry, it's all right," I replied, and Yasha Ran away on his business. Such an increased participation of others towards my humble person seemed to me then more than strange and very suspicious.

Past, apparently from the restaurant, passed an officer with the emblem of the signalman, who was traveling in the last compartment next to the toilet. We talked - the major was called Dmitry, I introduced myself as a colonel of militia, and he invited me to tea in his compartment. I promised to go somehow, and for a while I stood alone in the vestibule. But, there is nothing to do - it's time to return to my "native" compartment, which, for some reason, my feet "did not go by themselves". Something incomprehensible, completely unknown, persistently repelled me from these suspicious and extremely unpleasant neighbors.

Until the evening we sat in the compartment and had extensive arguments about politics, completely forgetting about the immutable truth that "wagon disputes are the last thing", as Andrei Makarevich's famous song says. I was already sober when I was called into the corridor by the Kirghiz and said in a menacing tone: "Look, the guys from the next compartment asked me to pass on, so you yourself, voluntarily gave your money. So it will be better for you! "Did not know this" woodpecker "- to whom he says this! "What is it, I do not understand? What money and who should I give? "I hissed angrily, but the Kirghiz was already hurrying away from me along the corridor of the car.

At this very time, from the next compartment, where all this time was a buster, and now it was suspiciously quiet, "Antibiotic" appeared with an extremely frightened face and a conspiratorial air. Everything immediately fell into place. "So you're with them at the same time, bitch ?!" - I cried and put a crushing blow to the jaw in my left hand, "Antibiotic", from which he fell dead, like a knuckle, and fell to the floor. Immediately two men jumped out of the compartment - one with Arnold Schwarzenegger's complex (apparently, the "hillock" of this criminal team), and the second, slightly smaller, being in considerable drunk. "Why did you hit an elderly man? Shame on you? But how dare you? "- the great man" Schwartz "bellowed. "So, I dare, because I am a police colonel, and in my compartment ride car scoundrels!" "What - what? "And what is the colonel like?" "But this one," not smeared and not dry, "I growled, which everything that was happening here was already beginning to enrage me. I went straight to the conductor. Seeing the "Marilyn Monroe," I almost shouted in her ear: "I'm a police colonel, call a patrol, thieves and scammers are coming in my compartment!" "I will not call any police, but I'll call the train's chief-he understands you" , - the blusher blonde Marilyn grumbled irritably. "Yes, my boss surrendered to you! Everything is so clear - you are with them, too! "- I said and quickly went into the compartment. "Listen, what do you allow yourself? - suddenly began to "run into" me "Long", standing next to the manor near my compartment. "Yes, if you want to know, I fought in Afghanistan, in the Airborne Forces, and I will not allow any" dick from the mountain "to offend the old people!" "So what, I also fought in Afghanistan!" I did not blink. "What, what? "And where did you serve, let me ask you?" "At Kandahar, the artillery block post of the D-30 howitzer," I reported cheerfully and added with pride: "I heard, I suppose, About "3 SHK-1" (the author - a shell projected with international conventions, like a Japanese "shimoza", used by our artillery only in high-altitude areas of Afghanistan when firing with a remote tube)? My work! "" And I do not believe him! - "good mate" roared "Afghan", bursting from the hands of the hard-restraining his "Schwartz". "Let him call a" point, "call it a" point, "an asshole!"

I immediately remembered the unforgettable Buratino, who screamed outrageously from the pitcher to the unfortunate Karabas - Barabas: "The door is where the door is, despicable!" "Now I'll show you the erogenous" point ", the fester is festering!" - I said, and menacingly moved to the "Afghan ". And then something strange and strange happened, which I still can not give a more or less intelligible explanation.

"Schwartz," who apparently for too long suffered and could no longer restrain his boiling anger, with agility and agility, surprising for his gigantic weight, with a terrible animal roar jumped on me, collapsing on a slender, elegant "peacock" 120 - that kilogram carcass of the "elephant". Falling to the floor, he saddled me from above and with the words: "You have sat in the wrong car, you scoundrel!" - he began to "pound" my huge fists into my face. But .... None of the strokes has reached the desired goal! And now I will try to describe in detail all my feelings at this moment, so that the reader will become more or less clear what actually happened in that ill-fated car (although to myself, frankly, nothing is clear).

My first feeling, when this "gorilla" jumped, that a huge bulldozer brought down on me - such roughly a force was a blow into my "feathered" chest; With pain, which is surprising, I did not feel at all. Then I felt an incredible weight on my stomach (it seemed he was bent under the weight of this "gorilla" to the very floor) that he could not stand it and emitted a sound along with the air to the whole car. Then the weight of the "Schwartz" suddenly disappeared somewhere - it felt as though someone had taken it off me sharply. Despite all this nightmare, my brain continued to record and analyze everything happening around with an extraordinary clarity and coldness for the given situation. A thought that frightened her with frankness flashed through her head: "Well, everything, n .... ts, Seryozha; Jumped up, sparrow! Now they will throw you off the train and "no one will know where your grave is!"! "

Suddenly I saw the whole picture of what was happening as if from above: here I lay, spread out on the floor, and on top, over my head, that there are forces, threshes Schwartz with his huge "sledgehammers". Next to us is the frightened Jew Yasha, and, like a parrot, calls the police on the radio.

Again, calmly and dismissed, as if it did not concern me at all, but another person, I noticed to myself that I was not lying on the floor - that is, on the floor, but, for some reason, I did not touch it. Between me and the floor was a small space - a gap, a kind of "air cushion," thanks to which I did not feel pain and did not earn a single bruise, when it crashed to the floor with a terrible roar.

I saw almost no one who was sitting on me, I could hardly see him, I could only hear his voice and feel the fetid breath from the fumes - from the "Schwartz" I was separated by some strange pinkish veil, viscous in texture and pleasantly scorching in the neck and temples, Apparently, and vyle his lethal blows (any missed blow to my head of this one hundred-kilogram gorilla, no doubt, threatened an imminent death).

Then all of a sudden ended - as if a drunken projectionist woke up from a dream and abruptly stopped the film projector; And now I'm walking with fists on the Schwartz and the Afghan with their faces twisted from me along the train with horror-twisted faces (these grimaces of horror will soon be very often seen on the faces of people who have business with me). "You're gonna chew me now, fat fagot!" - I yelled, so much so that the whole car hid in its compartments. "You are, you fool, now you'll be eating shit from a can of spoon!"

I do not know what would have ended this "wonderful" scene, if from the next compartment with us (from the one where the day before was a drunken debauchery) did not jump out like a devil from a snuffbox, apparently, their ataman or just the wife of one of the "brothers" ". She ran to me frightened, gently clutching at her hands, trying to calm me: "Oh, do not, please, do not! What's your name? "" Sergei, "I said, and suddenly calmed down. "No, but according to the father?" "Eduardovich." "Sergei Eduardovich, there was an unfortunate misunderstanding, tomorrow we invite you to dinner in a restaurant, but without alcohol, agree?" "Okay, I agree!" - I said and smiled my invariably charming smile.

The head of the train Yasha came up to us with a face twisted in fear. "Listen, dear," I began to "work through" him, "if your pedlars - hamadry once again stick to me, I'll take a fork and put them in the eye, and nothing will happen to me!" "Is that why?" - He asked quickly. "Because the diagnosis is such - schizophrenia!" - I said and pointedly rolled my eyes. "Why did you drink this vodka with klofelinom?" - Suddenly the Jew let slip. "Ah, that's how you treated me to your" old man "! I exclaimed in indignation. "By the way, I immediately copied you with your little dove, the conductor, on the platform: from the moment she asked me about the instrument; Then you appeared, you planted this "left" Kirghiz so that he would rob me of the distance of the road - in general, the picture is quite understandable. Darling, I have 19 years of experience in operational deployment, I began to lie in an inspired way. "Compared with the intra-chamber development, your lousy car with these vile" scumbags "is just babbling!" "Yes, I immediately realized that you are a professional !! The Jew said flatteringly. "Can not you show the documents?" "What documents? I am already a pensioner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs since yesterday. Form the colonel of the police show, if you want! In general, today you are very risky with your "booth" - but if the corpse was now? Everything, you then crank, as the head of the train. " The Jew shook his eyes in confusion, and then mournfully mumbled: "And you will not write a statement to the police? I've already got it all myself, I'm here myself - a captive person. " "Yes, I will not write anywhere, I'm tired of all this in my police service."

Entering the compartment, I found there only a depleted Jew Victor - neither the "Antibiotic" nor the Kirghiz on the spot was not there. After a while Yasha looked at us: "Er, guys, guys are afraid to go in the compartment, do not offend them, okay?" Here Victor already broke through, who apparently tried to hold back for a long time in this whole situation. "Listen, my dear, there may be enough bandits, eh? I want to get home alive and well, what kind of mess did you make here for our money? Wow - "use the services of the railway transport!" "Okay, okay, everything will be fine!" Yasha tried to calm him and hurriedly disappeared behind the door.

A moment later, the Antibiotic came into the compartment, pressing in fear from me to the lower shelf. "Grandfather, why did you want to poison me with clonidine?" I asked purposely. "Yes, the guys asked for the next compartment," the old man answered in a listless tone, without even trying to justify himself. "Listen, and if they asked you to kill someone, would you do it too? You are standing with one foot in the grave, soon you will go to report to God - and in what form, God forgive, you will appear before him, and? "The old man, without speaking a word, lay down on the shelf, breathing hoarsely and sighing without end .

Soon the Kirghiz appeared on the horizon. "Well, you, Kirghiz," I turned to him, "what do you think?" If you go to the Russian prison tomorrow, God forbid, you will be there, with great pleasure, hammering in the ass like a "beast," in the morning and in the evening, day and night, and without days off. So you, the Kirghiz, are waiting for the brilliant future of the finished Asian fag, unless you come to your senses and live like all normal people, which I personally deeply doubt! "

At last I calmed down, and everyone, except me, pretended to fall asleep. Sleep did not go, but it is understandable after the experiences of anxiety. "All the sleep was broken, the goats!" - I muttered and went to the conductor for tea. "Pour me a cup of tea, Marilyn is fucked!" I threw to the "blonde in chocolate" with unconcealed anger, which frightened me to make tea.

Back in the compartment, I again and again asked myself the question: "Well, all, have they happened today? Is this a hallucination or am I really schizophrenic? "With that same sensation, I woke up in the morning.

Remembering yesterday, I began to feel my body - there seemed to be nothing hurting anywhere. I got up and looked in the mirror - there was not a single visible bruise or bruise on my face. Tore up his shirt - the whole body was covered with small bruises, which, with pressure, however, did not cause absolutely no pain. On the back and neck, there were also no signs of falling. And only on the tips of the fingers of both hands there were two small scratches from the fixing strap for the rug in the corridor of the car (I fell backwards on my back, with arms outstretched - apparently, at the hands of the saving "pillow" was gone). The gold watch was also a whole - a gift from my student Misha Chernyakov - and it was they who I had to hit hard on the floor during our noisy fuss with "my friend Schwartz". And what is most surprising - no, even the slightest signs of a hangover syndrome (usually I'm very sick after such libations, and here the matter was further aggravated by clonidine).

"Who am I, Angel?" I asked myself, and even became very uncomfortable with this seditious thought. "No, you are not an Angel, Angels live in Heaven, and you are a Man: this is a much" steeper "Angel. You are my son, son, son! You are my joy! "- I was answered by a soft, insinuating voice somewhere very deep in the back of my head. It was Ra.

Finally, He decided to show His Face. "Well, hello, Batya!" - I loudly and articulately said aloud, and "Antibiotic" looked at me with horror, like an idiot.

Kirghiz made several more attempts to "stifle" my instrument to Yekaterinburg, but I was day and night on "guarding the object entrusted to me", "I was dragging the service properly", so in the end, the unfortunate Asian "got drunk on the insole" and with the words : "They're going to roll over me now!" - the bandits were eagerly waiting for him with the "musical goods" from Moscow. But I did not feel sorry for him, for some reason.

The rest of the way to Krasnoyarsk, "gorillas" along with their Jewish Yasha, walked along the "wall" of the car, trying not to touch me and not to look into my eyes. It was very nice, but for the complete moral victory of this "peacock" is already scarce. I decided to hold a parade in my honor - my last parade of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia on the way to the New Life. Already in the morning I put on the uniform of a colonel of militia, which, surprisingly, did not completely wriggle in the Chinese plastic bag, went out into the corridor, and everyone in the car was stunned. Then, with a confident gait, I approached the young conductor - the substitute Marilyn, who was the only one of this "bad company" showing any signs of sympathy for me in our difficult situation, and said to him: "Boy, do you want to live long?" "Yes, I would like, in general - that!" - he said with fright. "Then you need to get off this train faster. He's cursed! "" And for a long time? "Asked the astonished guide. "Yes, it's decent already," I said importantly, deliberately not naming dates for greater persuasiveness-let him himself put on my "mulk" the events he knew that had happened all along the train. - And we must call the priest - to light this car. I as entered it - I was so "torknulo" that even pumped - there is a terrible "evil spirit". You see that you are going on in the car - a complete devilry! Apparently, it's not me - the first, not me - the last one, right? "He only nodded in silence in the affirmative. "And tell this to your Jewish Yasha - very soon, if he does not quit his criminal craft, he" glues his fins "- turns black with a terrible illness and dies. And his girlfriend, this "blonde in chocolate," will endlessly root on the female line and, in the end, will become barren. Her whole "melted" surgeons in city gynecology of Bratsk. Will you give them all this? "And he nodded his head in horror again.

Coming out with their huge "trunks" in Krasnoyarsk, I decided to "finish off", finally, and "Antibiotic". "The old man," I said, "do you see this trunk with the instrument? In it, consider 500 thousand rubles (Grandfather's jaw dropped from astonishment)! Look, the tool costs 250 thousand (actually 55 thousand), and I put the calculation for 10 years of service in the Ministry of Internal Affairs - also 250 thousand (in fact, 150 thousand). So in the right direction, you and your "gorillas" worked. Yes, nothing you could not do it anyway - the tool is "namolenny." I knew that there was such a "fun" trip in the "infernal" train, so I was well prepared! "And leaving the astonished old man in complete prostration, I got off the train.

If any of my readers have doubts about the truthfulness of the told story that happened in this "bad" car, then for special skeptics who want to check the facts themselves, I report: this sacred event occurred on November 12, 2008 on the train "Moscow - Bratsk, and in the Krasnoyarsk LOVD in transport on this fact, there is material about the refusal to open a criminal case for lack of corpus delicti, and in fact - due to the lack of all its judicial perspective.

And what else, please tell me, can there be a judicial perspective in a case that gives so forthright mysticism? After all, mysticism is, as is generally known, not at all incompetent!

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Since those memorable events more than 40 years have passed. I was already "knocked" 88 and, frankly speaking, I was so thoroughly tired of all this earthly twaddle ("All the vanities of vanities and vexation of the spirit!" - how true, how poetic is this our, this strange, terrestrial existence in the book of Ecclesiastes) , That just want to "croak in all his crows throat": "How do you get it all, brothers! Awful want to relax, gentlemen, from all this "booth"! "

I know that in the near future I will leave this world and will appear with a detailed account before Ra. I will go away, pacified, not even intimidating at all, but such a Abyss, dear to me from childhood, with its perfect Cosmic Majesty and Absolute Emptiness, without regret leaving my "case" on Earth, so that, like the great prophet Zarathushtra, "return and start over again"! Life is the "Eternally Twisting Wheel", where Death is by no means the End, but only the beginning of a new life Act. Life is "stalking", and "stalking" is Art; Moreover, the art of fighting - and the more skilful the "stalker", the more correct, reasonable and beautiful is the ordinary human Life, generously presented to us by Heaven!