Currently, the whole “bunch” of Russian special services — the FSB, SVR, the Russian branch of Interpol, the Investigative Committee — is engaged in the transit swallower. The case of the swallower is investigated in the strictest confidence. But recently, for a number of compelling reasons, the author of these lines was admitted to the holy of holies — the materials of the criminal case of Moishe-Brilliant. Why he was honored with this honor - more on this below. For now let's move on to the delightful details of the life of a full-time smuggler.
In the life of Mikhail (Moishe) Pesotsky events were so many that would be enough for a dozen lives. Born in Odessa, on the famous Moldavanka, in a family of hereditary jewelers. All childhood spent on the Odessa beaches. Among his peers, he was distinguished by his athletic build, and he swam and dived so well that he was nicknamed Moishe-Tarzan.
At the insistence of his father Tarzan graduated from the local jewelry school. Studied anyhow - there was not enough patience. Although the stones understood perfectly. Realizing that the jeweler from him did not work, the father made an attempt to attach him to the "other beautiful" - he gave to the music school in violin class. But the young talent is not flashed talents and in this field. In order to avoid musical violence, young Moishe smashed a violin against a corner of the house and tried to feed the legend of a car accident to his father. The father listened attentively to the young liar, after which he smashed the rest of the violin — the neck, bow and part of the case — on his back.
After unsuccessful attempts to make Moishe a jeweler and a musician, his father made a final attempt to make a man out of Tarzan - he arranged for an unprofitable son to the Odessa Artillery School. Moishe did not study there for long. From the first course he was expelled for academic failure and absenteeism. Exact sciences (the basis of any artilleryman) were not given to him, and discipline was his task. The stormy nature of Moishe craved for something else - adventure, romance, keen impressions. As he himself said, “life is given to man once, and it must be lived brightly, violently and springy”. With all his further deeds, he has repeatedly reaffirmed loyalty to the chosen life concept.
Directly from the school cadet Pesotsky was drafted into the army. And then my father’s connections helped: Moishe went to serve in the Odessa Military District, in the airborne regiment stationed in neighboring Moldova. “From Moldavanka to Moldova itself!” - Moishe himself joked about this. He liked to serve. The only thing that oppressed him was the barracks routine and the inevitable chores (Tarzan had a steady dislike for all varieties of physical labor since childhood). But he adored “trotting around the pampas”, fighting and jumping with a parachute. The principle of operation of the airborne troops itself - “You were waiting for us from the sea on ships, and we were skiing from the mountain!” Corresponded to its adventurous nature.
Six months later, Pesotsky's regiment was transferred to Afghanistan. From Moldavian Bolgrad he got into the Afghan Bagram. Father’s connections were powerless — Odessa Pesotsky went to fight “behind the river” along with guys from Kursk, Ryazan and Ivanteevka.
After the very first raids in Afghan villages, Moishe changed unrecognizably. He (with the permission of the command) released the stubble, began to wear a Hazara hat and outwardly became indistinguishable from an Afghan militant. In addition, with the help of Tajik translators assigned to the battalion, a paratrooper from Odessa learned several key (from his point of view) phrases in Farsi. By the way, the method of “extreme negotiation” invented by him in Afghanistan, supplemented and deepened by military linguists, is still taught in combined-arms schools. When Moishe “with his comrades” entered the village, the Afghans thought it was a fighter from a neighboring gorge, but they could not figure out from which particular. Only then it came to them that the shuravi came to them.
Moishe's ability to reincarnate was appreciated by counterintelligence agents and began to take him regularly with him for operations. In one of them, he saved the lives of two of his companions. When on the outskirts of the village of Rukh, where they waited for a contact, the Mujahideen found them and wanted to shoot them point-blank, Moisha shouted in English that he had arrived from Pakistan and was carrying “Stingers” to them. Dushmans for a moment hesitated, and the counterintelligence of this was enough to shoot them point-blank and dissolve in the dark.
History with lapis lazuli
Here, in Afghanistan, Moishe took place as a swallower-carrier of jewels. During one raid, his group "scored" a caravan with weapons. At dusk, Sergeant Pesotsky squatted in front of the head watch, wearing a large canvas bag over his whole body and merging with a pile of stones. The caravan passed in two steps from the stone bag. Death slowly marched past Moisha with her long, crested camel legs. He was able to see even small hairs on large thighs of the ships of the desert. At that moment, according to the paratrooper, "the brain on his head stood on end with his hair." Through cuts in the sackcloth, Pesotsky saw that the last two camels carried not shooting death, but a precious stone - lapis lazuli.
Caravan "scored". Long lines blew silence and for about fifteen minutes alternated with shouts of drivers and roars of camels. Moishe ran to the caps. Camels and dushmans smoked in the warm pools of their own blood. Turban and some rags swam there too. Soldiers who left the ambush sorted weapons and jewelry.
Counterintelligence, supervising the operation, strictly forbade the soldiers to take pebbles for memory. But Moishe was fascinated by lapis lazuli. At the sight of the bags, loaded onto a dead camel, from which bullet holes were poured by stones, his eyes sparkled enthusiastically. Unable to keep himself in his hands, he tucked a few stones into a bulletproof vest, removing a titanium plate from it. So he went with them on assignments.
Two months before the sergeant’s demobilization, the counterintelligence, knowing his language skills, transferred him to the commandant's office in Kabul. Here, Pesotsky fused his lapis-lapis lazuli (he had jewelery value) to two of the only Bukhara Jews for the whole of Afghanistan. And one lapis decided to grab home - as a gift to his father-jeweler. Before landing at the airport in Bagram, the Chekists subjected the sergeant to the General Shmon. Feeling that the scandal is inevitable, Moishe put a stone in his mouth. But the major asked him about something, and Sergeant Pesotsky unexpectedly for himself, before answering, swallowed a stone. So he flew to the Union - with a stone in the esophagus. The idea that swallowed lapis lazuli could tear his insides, forced him to douche with cold sweat. But the stone safely left Moisha’s organism in Tashkent, and he brought it to his father as a gift.
Return of Tarzan
At home, Moishe was greeted as a messiah. “Moishe-Tarzan is back!” The yard boys shouted when he entered his Odessa courtyard. All the neighbors poured into the street to look at the brave paratrooper who had arrived from the war, on whose chest a medal "For Courage" was burning. The demob cheeks are sick from thousands of kisses and hugs. Mother cried his whole vest. Father, clutching his heart, almost lost his senses. In the middle of the courtyard on the table lay a blue beret and blue lapis lazuli. Neighbors danced "Seven Forty", "Murka" and "Aitsin locomotive." According to the paratrooper, “the whole Moldavanka on that day turned the gop-tsa-tsa”. Tarzan's week was crazy all over the city. Having got drunk on the local “Khatsapetovka” moonshine, he drove around the city for days on end with a horse carriage with scarlet ribbons that were woven into the mane. Odessa policemen gave honor to the chaise. In restaurants, in honor of Moishe, the anthem of the paratroopers Sinev and all his favorite hits were played. He sailed on barges, yachts, flew on paragliders that were fashionable at that time. Having difficulty returning to peaceful life, Pesotsky for a long time could not find a use for himself. He worked as a lifeguard according to his old memory, ran a restaurant, served visiting tourists ... At Deribasovskaya, they still remember his proverb: “And now the guests of our restaurant will sing the anthem of the city of Odessa“ Seven Forty ”, which for the visitors of Moscow anti-Semites sounds like“ Without twenty eight !
The novel with the Mossad
And then Gorbachev perestroika struck. Many inhabitants of Odessa stretched to the promised land - to Israel. Pesotskie decided to emigrate the whole family. Michael did not want to go to Israel. But since his father could not legally transport all the jewels he had acquired with unsustainable jewelry labor to his new homeland, Moisha offered him the services of a swallower-transit country. Father was extremely surprised, but then he agreed. So part of the family values of the Pesotsky family changed their habitat, being in Israel, where they were safely converted into cash.
In Israel, the former Afghan paratrooper laid eyes on the world famous Mossad. Local intelligence has always kept in sight the combatants. Recalling the Afghan past, Moishe took part in several intelligence operations.
The affair with Mossad ended in 2008, and in southern Lebanon. Pesotsky as part of the Golani division entered Lebanon, and tank the regiment to which he was assigned fell into Hezbollah’s fire bag. His tank was hit, Moisha himself was thrown a few meters from the armor and covered with sand. He saved his canvas bag, which he took with him according to the old Afghan memory.
The former paratrooper dived into the bag and out of habit "pretended to be a stone." Through the eye slits, he watched as the Iranians were pulling the bodies of Israelis killed off from armored personnel carriers. One of them was seriously injured, but still alive. The Iranians briefly discussed what to do with it further. Moisha understood what they were talking about, - Farsi remembered from Afghanistan. Then there was a short line. Flesh-ripped flesh exploded into pieces of brain and bone fragments. They spattered the whole bag in which Pesotsky was hiding in bloody stains. And his brain "stood on end" one more time. The last time he experienced such a gamut of emotions in Afghanistan was before the shooting of a “lazuric” caravan.
Then Moishe, in his words, “bought a one-way ticket from Mossad”. With him enough shocks. Israeli security officers gave him exactly the same characteristics as the Soviet ones: smart, smart, brave enough, but extremely greedy. He himself called himself a “patriot of his own pockets”. In intelligence, people work mostly ideological, and the “patriots of the pockets” do not stay there for long.
After parting with the Mossad, Moishe went to work at a local travel company - knowledge of English was useful. And during one of the buffets, where he took down sandwiches and croissants, an elegant stranger approached him and offered to “catch his words with his ears” in the classic Odessa jargon. After a short preamble, a stranger invited him to a “serious office” specializing in stones and diamonds. Moishe first choked, and then agreed. And another life began for him, full of adventures of another character.
Moishe lombard player
At the insistence of the owner, Moishe returned to Russia, where several newly-opened pawnshops were already waiting for him. It was the height of the 90-x, and the rapidly impoverished population pawned everything in pawnshops - from family values to cheap Chinese fakes. For Moishe, it was a native element. He accurately separated authentic jewels from cheap kitsch.
Discounts made only for war veterans and Afghans. According to him, it was painful to look at the poor old men. He respected the participants of local conflicts. But then the freshly baked pawnshop "became sick of the gangsters, and a little later the Chekists." The business had to be transferred to another owner - with iron nerves and a bronze conscience. And Moishe remembered his Afghan experience with lapis lazuli. And he offered the "owner of the office" himself in a new capacity. He, not long thinking, agreed.
From that moment on, a new bright page opened in Moisha’s life. He flew through cities and villages throughout the rapidly impoverishing Eastern Europe. There was no pawnshop in Sofia, Bucharest, Budapest, which he would not visit and from where he would not take out “solid gesheft” in his dimensionless stomach. “My esophagus is my breadwinner!” Pesotsky loved to repeat. His stomach carried in himself castles, huts, hotels and palaces. The customs officers and border guards of Europe and Russia in the most terrible dream did not guess what treasures peacefully march past them in the stomach of one of the passengers. The wealth of Moishe grew by leaps and bounds. He settled down, got married, became the father of the family, bought a two-story house with colonnades in Haifa ...
But as it is known, it is not so easy to get out of the criminal business. And Moishe was offered to make a “demobling chord” - at the very least, take a portion of the jewels from Moscow in the stomach. Moisha spinal scent and trained stomach felt the danger. But he could not refuse his boss. Yes, and the piece was painfully tasty - pulled on 14 millions.
Then Moysha didn’t suspect with a dream that the Mafia Lombardzhini (as the FSB operatives called it) was already hooked on Interpol’s tail. In Moscow, his more than two weeks "shepherd". Chekists patiently waited for the client to load the goods. And they did wait for their time.
"Chic view" in Domodedovo
On this fateful December day, Moishe, whistling his favorite song about a train that “was quietly driving to Berdychiv”, routinely handed over luggage at Domodedovo airport. At that moment, two polite people in civilian clothes quietly approached him and asked to "step aside for an interesting conversation." “And who are you and where are you from?” He asked them in Odessa. “And we are from the very office that has the good fortune to observe you, Monsieur Pesotsky, starting with Afghan lapis lazuli and ending with the brunettes that you had such a delicious breakfast this morning,” the civilian also told him in Odessa. “And we need something out of you today ...”
And Moishe understood that he was in trouble.
Inside the customs office on the wrists of the Brilliant, bracelets clicked loudly. The Moishe was taken to the Lefortovo SIZO and patiently waited for millions to leave the transitory organism in a natural way. “Gorgeous view!” Pesotsky grinned when a whole placer of diamonds extracted from him was laid out in front of him. - And this was all in my room? I think you will find worthy use of these stones? "
Adventurers of the highest caliber
People like Moishe existed at all times. They are not interested in the fresh life of ordinary people. They are always looking for adventure, their stormy nature can not live without the adrenaline rush. The author of these lines in his life met with such characters twice. His first interest was the leader of the Orekhovsky, Anton Malevsky, also a paratrooper, a participant in the hostilities in Afghanistan. There he, like Moishe, became a holder of the medal “For Courage”. Malevsky died in South Africa under mysterious circumstances - the former paratrooper suddenly had a parachute during the next jump near the ground. The second character was the well-known oligarch Sergei Polonsky. He became famous for the scandalous phrase “Who doesn’t have a million - they can go on ...) and an adventure with the Golden Mile building complex. During construction, he managed to throw a bunch of respected people. Recently Polonsky left his last refuge — the Sailor's Silence detention facility. There he catapulted directly from the Cambodian bunk, where he in turn was catapulted from his own island. By the way, in the past life the “islander” Polonsky was also a paratrooper. He served in the famous 345 regiment of the Airborne Forces near Kirovabad (now Ganja). True, the future oligarch did not serve in Afghanistan - he was demobilized earlier. And his fiery passion was not parachute jumps, like Malevsky’s, but Ukrainian prostitutes, whom he imported on whole islands of Airbus purchased by him in Cambodia.
All three former paratroopers are united by one thing - greed, criminal tendencies, dashing adventurism and complex relationships with the law. Now, following Malevsky and Polonsky, Pesotsky, thinner by half a kilogram and “cheaper” by 14 of millions, turned out to be on Russian plank beds.
It seems to me that Moishe-Brilliant will not polish the bunk too long. Now several intelligence agencies of the world break their spears around him at once - as they did around Polonsky and Malevsky at one time. By the way, both of them, according to unconfirmed data, collaborated at once with several intelligence agencies that have professional interest in them. It is possible that Mr. Pesotsky adhered to the same principles in his life. Therefore, he became a "general interest." Interpol believes that "this son of a bitch must answer for everything."
Mossad has a different opinion: “This is a son of a bitch, but this is OUR son of a bitch.” Russian intelligence has an interest in the swallower. And most likely it will be "pressed out" from colleagues in the workshop from Israel and Interpol. In any case, the Diamond was in the crossroads of the passions and interests of high-ranking sovereigns from different countries. And this intrigue must somehow be resolved. It seems that in order to have more informational trumps during the bargaining, the insider information was drained, which the author of these lines successfully used.
PS We will inform our readers later about how the events will develop around Moishe Diamond and the “Lombard Mafia” further, if it takes place.
Lapis lazuli - ornamental stone. The best samples of a mineral possess jeweler qualities. The largest deposits of lapis lazuli are located in the Pamirs and in the Chilean Andes. It is a constant element of decoration of all minarets and palaces of the eastern rulers.
The Golani Brigade - motorized infantry brigade ("brown berets") of the Ministry of Defense of Israel. Includes 3 infantry battalion, reconnaissance battalion “Gdud Siyur”, special forces company “Sayeret Golani”, communications company, engineering and anti-tank companies.
Anton Viktorovich Malevsky - Russian entrepreneur, aluminum king of Russia, leader of the Izmaylovo organized criminal group. Born in Moscow. In 1993, a criminal case was opened against him on the possession of weapons, after which he moved to Israel. He was engaged in charity, restored the Holy Ascension Monastery. He died in South Africa as a result of an unsuccessful parachute jump.