"Trembling, Dag-stan, goes Vasilyev!"
So, paraphrasing the great poet (by the way, very beloved in the Caucasus), in Dagestan every half-jokingly half seriously speak at every step: in cafes, smoking rooms, buses, shuttles, in the markets and everywhere where Dagestanis number more than three gather. Social networks are in full swing: one must literally, in one touch, demolish the entire Dagestan elite, whose positions seemed unshakable for a quarter of a century! If this is not breaking the current regional political matrix, then what is it? The range of opinions, which is fraught for the future of the republic, is unusually wide: from the return to feudalism (and no one doubted that it was the feudal system with steady tribal traditions that reigned in Dagestan, until the bloody non-stop chaos). “Dagestan is not angry, Dagestan is concentrating! - paraphrasing Gorchakov already, the enlightened Dagestanis say, observing personnel demolitions in the government of the republic.
The Dagestan publicist, expert and political scientist Magomed Osmanov shares with Topwar his own assumptions about how expedient and timely the Kremlin’s decision is to delegate to the Varyag Republic and whether it will benefit the republic in the foreseeable future.
- Magomed, tell me honestly, did you have to do this?
- A hundred years ago.
- Little stories. After the pacification of Dagestan, all governor-generals in the Caucasus were protégés of the king. They were Russian or Germans. Well, with the exception of Loris-Melikov - by the way, a great connoisseur of the Caucasus. And notice - here, in the Caucasus, everyone was happy with everything. True, there was one condition: the governor had to know the local specific mentality and to understand the complex and ever-changing combinations of enemies and allies to the subtleties. The Caucasus, after all, is a living, pulsating matter, complete at the same time as harmony and disorder, the laboratory conditions of civilization. He always slides along the edge of the abyss, on the eve of the explosion. Here, a kind word is more precious than gold, and an evil word is more dangerous than a bullet. Each aul in this region is an open-air theater. In some seedy village, sometimes such fatal and merciless passions boil, such dramas unfold that William our Shakespeare modestly smokes his “aglitskie cigarillos” aside. On the hotness, greed, revenge and vindictiveness of the Highlanders can be composed of sagas, epics, ballads and tales. Here everyone always had scores with everyone. Here every second is a grenade with a damaged fuse. And every first one simply does not have it. We have a saying: “Smoke should always be smoked over the head of a highlander — either powder or tobacco”. Blood feud has not been eradicated so far. And only the presence of a clever Russian at the mercy (yes, even Udmurt), but a true “sovereign of a man in the Tsar's service,” capable of balancing all these passions, like a tightrope walker over an abyss, kept our people uneasy and resourceful to know who already had eyes jumping , the royal chervonets galloped and twinkled, from stalling into endless utter chaos with insane bloody creativity of the masses.
- What about Imam Shamil? He was his through?
- Shamil became his, because then all the people reared up against the invaders. Needed a leader. And Shamil came up for this better than anyone. Of course, he immediately demanded authority, a high-level credit of trust. He was given it. And in the mountains, the loan is simple: I want a penalty, I want a sweet one. Few people know that, conquering Dagestan and Chechnya, he interrupted the mountaineers almost more than the entire Russian army during the entire thirty-year Caucasian war. But he, too, walked along the thin line and was ready to die at any moment. He took upon himself all the blood that his murids had shed. And when the same Russians asked him already during his stay in Kaluga, what was the reason for his incredible cruelty towards his own people, he invariably answered: “What do you want? After all, these are bad people, robbers, capable of doing good deeds only when a saber whistles over their heads! ” He spoke about his people, about us, Dagestanis.
- Not very complimentary ...
- As it is. Dagestan is the land of passionaries. And they, as you know, are ruthless people, often infinitely far from morality, making a career on someone else’s bones and destinies. Each of the first here - high self-esteem. Every second - just inadequate. And everyone is obsessed with one thing - success at any cost. And success is money, it is the attention of the public, the authorities and its components. And the power in Dagestan is even more than money. That is why officials rush to power - there will be money anyway. True, budget, but this is actually their own. Do you remember the flying phrase from the “Caucasian Captive”: “And don't you confuse your wool with the state!”? Then all of Russia laughed at her. But not the Caucasus. Because it was taken from real Caucasian life. There was money for the budget - will be yours. Look at the same Said Murtazaliyev. This is not destiny - the song! World-class athlete, gangster, businessman, official, philanthropist, director of the Pension Fund, and as a result - a fugitive, a citizen of Saudi Arabia, a client of Interpol. Not life, but fireworks! Not every adventurer boasts such a biography. According to the history of his life such a thriller can be removed - you can download.
- And did not Shamil attract the delights of earthly life?
- Shamil, by the way, was absolutely indifferent to money. He was interested only in power and its attributes - moreover in the conditions of war. What could not be said about his naibah. Those just in the name of earthly, material values and betrayed their master.
And then, Shamil was an exception. Dagestan did not know more of such a ruler. The Titans left - they were replaced by naibs and murids with their passions and vices. Type Murtazalieva. And they came immediately after the revolution and the Civil War. Such was the national policy of the Bolsheviks breaking through to power. Vladimir Ulyanov-Lenin, as you know, was a seasoned Russophobe. Historical fact: in his letters to his comrades-in-arms, he didn’t call Russians anything stupid or stupid. Yes, and the whole Civil War was implicated in the thick-leaf Russophobia. The pillar road of Russian statehood, built in the Caucasus for centuries, was instantly mixed with mud in an instant. The Bolsheviks began to set the same highlanders on the Cossacks, promising them rich Cossack plots. Many of ours have been led to this. Moreover, the highlanders with the Cossacks traditionally had a difficult relationship. Russian demolished from power-began to put the local. And then it began ... They didn’t even suspect that with such a decision they got a ticket for the steamer "Titanic" for the whole of the Caucasus due to a large blat. In the most terrible dreams, the Bolsheviks did not imagine the scale of the greed of the Dagestan Naib.
“But after all, for many decades the society existed without conflict ...”
- relatively. Still, the Union would be strong, and the Red Army in Dagestan were afraid. Everyone understood that it was impossible to wake a bear sleeping in a den and endlessly tugging at a mustache. Moreover, Russia periodically showed its teeth. I remember that in 1979, recruits from Dagestan arranged chaos on the train to the place of service. They plundered the population at all stations, raped women, and demolished station stalls. This train was nicknamed "Wild Division on Wheels." So, this “wild division” was stopped in the deserted Kazakhstani steppe. And then early in the morning the soldiers of the internal troops descended there. And began pacifying vzludnuvshih and shabby. This topic has been discussed in Dagestan for several months. Everyone understood that it was impossible to provoke Russians. Or you can, but up to some red line.
- But back to our sheep. And our wool.
- So, local cadres in Dagestan have always confused their wool with the state. But at that time, nevertheless, there was probably not so much wool. And a system of personnel rotation was invented. Today, one clan is admitted to the feeder, tomorrow another. Everyone waited patiently for their turn. Glasnost and perestroika opened a real Pandora's box for the highlanders. In the mountains, everyone knew that it was possible, necessary and necessary to steal, but no one even thought that it could be done on such a cosmic scale. All future privatizers of everything and everyone experienced the paralyzing effect of the euphoria of joy. The pernicious damage of morals in the Caucasus occurred with incredible swiftness. By the way, Russia itself set a bad example to our future oligarchs. When they saw that the world's largest assets and resources could be bought at the price of a tram ticket, they broke the chain. As we say in the mountains, "the keys to the ass lost." And away we go.
Not to the credit of Moscow and the Kremlin, we must admit that all the 90-e they watched the lawlessness in Dagestan with some herbivorous good nature. Although there were objective prerequisites for this - the war in Chechnya. Dagestan then rocked. The ideas of separatism, Wahhabism in the region were extremely popular. If, then, Dagestan had joined Chechnya, it would have flared up the entire Caucasus. The Kremlin, as it could, was cheating the local nobility, unfastening their sweet pieces of business to their right and left — if only they kept the local Wahhabi underground in check. The same son-in-law of Ramazan Abdulatipov, for example, received the VDNH at his disposal, where, during the time of his undivided reign, kebabs were sold at every intersection and there were never any cash registers. The culmination of his reign was the illegal sale of the helmet of Yuri Gagarin abroad.
Corrupted by this heightened attention of the Kremlin during the Chechen wars, our hooters completely belted out. And they began to be rude to the Kremlin. The new head of the tax service of the republic, Vladimir Radchenko, who was lowered to us in 2009, several local slender young men, each of whom resembled a bridge pylon, were taken out of the office in broad daylight and showed the “direction of correct movement”.
Riding the cynicism of our nouveau riche was the laundering of budget money in Moscow itself. At that time there were no bank cards, and the mysterious couriers of the Makhachkala-Moscow flight were transported in bags. Here they were met by employees of the security company "Karat-1", which was commanded by one Magomed Karatov. Chopovtsy came for cash on the armored cars, which traveled directly to the runway. So for ten years, they cashed over 100 billion rubles. True, on the last operation in Vnukovo in 2013, they were “pinned like a butterfly” by your “Uncle Beckenbards” (as the cops are called in America). It was a real fight. Dagestanis, as is known, do not just surrender to the mercy of the enemy. Collector militants with stolen cash went to the special forces in the "frontal". They started shooting at the wheels. But the Chopovs could only open the doors of the armored cars when the special forces began to cut bullet-proof glasses with special assault axes. Then the bandits took away over 600 millions of rubles. After that, our hooters became much more cautious and cashed out the money not so clearly.
A little later went landing. In the same year, special forces, descended to the roof of the Makhachkala city hall from a helicopter, arrested the mayor of the city, Said Amirov. The former mayor of Makhachkala is a legendary person. Eight attempts were committed on him in Dagestan. In one of them, he had paralyzed his legs, and he was forced to move in a wheelchair. As a result, he was given a life sentence, which he is now serving in the famous “Black Dolphin” near Sol-Iletsk, where many Dagestan Wahhabis are polished on the planks.
The recently arrested Musa Musayev came to replace him. And for four years he managed to splash so much that now it’s not one year to rake these debris to the Investigation Committee.
In addition, during the time of the undivided reign in their republic, the local elite acquired the charming habit of using the Wahhabi underground to promote their business interests, protect their business, clashes with partners and put pressure on the Kremlin. Like, do you want peace and quiet in the republic? Shell out. Moreover, it was the gunmen who were shot at. Previously, they had internships and internships with Shamil Basayev. Recently - in Syria. Now, when in Syria, the Russian VKS asked them to leave the premises, they began to return. The one who shot Russian women at the temple seems to be one of them. The Kremlin, of course, didn’t like it. But local godfathers did not want to listen to warnings from Moscow. I had to go to the steep measures.
Stirlitz, Kuklachev and Abdulatipov
- And why didn’t it work out with the edge of the Dagestan intellectual Abdulatipov? He's kind of an absolutely systemic person, with an immaculate biography ...
- It was one of the strangest Kremlin appointments. In Dagestan, they joked about him, as in “The Field of Miracles”: he played, but did not guess a single letter. If you look at and carefully analyze the “immaculate biography” and the life course of Ramazan our Abdulatipov - this is an endless registration of failures, defeats and surrenders. In the famous film was the phrase: "Never before had Stirlitz been so close to failure." So, compared with Ramazan Stirlitz resting. For Abdulatipov, “proximity to failure” was the prose of life. We in Dagestan called him the “Kremlin's proprietary loser.” Judge for yourself. As minister of national politics in the government of Primakov, he failed the entire national policy in the country. It was with him, like fireworks, bloody ethnic conflicts broke out on all the outskirts of the country. He was ambassador to Tajikistan right at the time when the republic slid down in the Middle Ages, and relations with Russia deteriorated every day. Perhaps the most adequate post for him was the place of rector of the Moscow Institute of Culture. But even there he managed to mess up. The cherry on the cake of his rector's office was the appointment to the post of head of the department of the famous catlord Kuklachev. If this is not a corruption component, then what is it? Unless to assume that Ramazan himself adored cats since childhood. But this is not typical of Dagestanis. They say the institute staff experienced a genuine sense of ecstasy from this appointment. Judging by the fact that the cat owner still rules the culture at the institute, their ecstasy has not yet passed. Well, Dagestan was the "victorious" completion of Abdulatipov's career. Stirlitz still failed. And the crash from its failure was heard even behind the battlements on Red Square.
To be honest, we were already tired of this endless holiday of greed, which the guys with bullet-proof morality and titanium conscience arranged for us in the republic. There was probably no such bottom that our native Dagestan elite would not break through during its reign. But it seemed to us on the ground that the Leninist principle of recruiting national cadres was unshakeable and the Kremlin would adhere to it with manic persistence. But no.
After the shoals of the “cat owner” Abdulatipov, one of whom was the feverish search for a new hymn, the Kremlin suddenly saw the light. I don’t know what kind of grace (or illumination) descended on them and from where, but, recalling the practice of the Tsar, the Kremlin Dagestan scholars decided to appoint a Varyag to the republic. But they did not dare to appoint a Russian. Probably, they were too impressed and absorbed by the precepts of grandfather Lenin. Appointed Kazakh Vasilyev. Like, neither your nor ours. Well, thank you, that is not black. And then events began to develop with incredible swiftness. One shock succeeded the other.
Vasiliev did everything with exquisite precision and lightning speed. He fell upon the local Kaifolov as a black cloud of revenge. Mayor Musa Musaev he demolished one of the first. After that, he sent a large layer of local officials to the bunks of the Moscow “concrete hotel” with a powerful Burlatz movement. Now all the oligarchs of the local spill that remain at large are shaking like monkeys at the North Pole. They instantly turned away from the setting sun and fell down before the rising. Chattering with their teeth, like castanets, they expect that bad things from the Investigative Committee will come to them from day to day and pass through them with an asphalt roller of justice. This very thought causes an ordinary Dagestani, not included in any of the corruption schemes, to have an unusually violent stream of positive emotions. Although I personally advised Vasilyev to increase his personal security.
- Well, everything is clear with the oligarchs - they went landing. What's next?
- And then an intelligible program for the development of the region should be proposed. Moreover, these should be macro-projects - as a project for the construction of a sturgeon reproduction complex in Mechteb, which, according to forecasts, will produce up to five tons of salmon caviar per year. There should be a lot of such projects. Dagestanis should be returned to the ground, and our land of plenty should become the breadbasket of Russia, and not a black hole for laundering budget money.
And further. Personally, on Vassiliev’s place, I would strongly think about that very Far Eastern hectare, which could be the property of tens of thousands of young residents of the republic. The Far East is rapidly losing a human blanket. It is filled with Chinese, cutting down the taiga, turning the region into a Martian landscape. Our republic is overpopulated, and Dagestanis are passionate, mobile and enterprising. They would have developed the territory, raised agriculture in the region, and dispersed the Chinese. But for this they need some distinct incentives and maximum administrative support. If Vasiliev do the task - there is a chance that he will return our wayward elite to gauge the public service. Well, wait and see. The first act of the Caucasian drama took place. Let's see what happens after the intermission.