In January 1995, the whole world, with bated breath, was following the tragedy unfolding in the Chechen Republic. Already burned Tanks on the streets of Grozny, strewn with the corpses of soldiers and officers of the Russian army. The army itself, by all the rules of military science, bite into the Russian city in a centimeter in the Russian territory, but not under the control of our government. Russia crawled into the Chechen war. Television programs News all over the world began reporting on those formidable events. But besides this huge tragedy that overshadowed everyone else, there was another, less noticeable against the background of the Grozny events, but from this no less tragic and destroying human destinies. For experts in the military, she said a lot. Information programs, only briefly, without focusing attention, reported that in the mountains, in the south of Chechnya, the militants managed to capture about fifty Russian paratroopers.
Only everyone who has anything to do with military intelligence knew that they were not paratroopers. It was an army special forces. He is also called the special forces of the Main Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff.
What can fifty commandos? Of course, they are not enough to take by storm, even a platoon stronghold, but under certain conditions and with good leadership they can make a revolution in a banana republic or fighting for the right to be called it, such as Chechnya. Then why they could not do anything in the mountains, performing the task for its intended purpose? Perhaps it is time to tell the truth about those events.
I think I will not reveal military secrets, calling the real names of some of the participants in those events, since they should not be hidden from arms what has long been known to the enemy. Only the names of some participants who continue to serve in military intelligence, I cite with changes.
31 December 1994 was planted in the mountains near the village of Komsomolskoye a group of 22 Special Operations Brigades commanded by Major Kholodov was planted with the task of exploring the militants' approach to Grozny, conducting sabotage (undermining power lines), setting ambushes and mining roads .
The troubles began immediately when landing from a helicopter by landing method, because firstly: the helicopter pilots did not try to mislead the Chechens, hiding the exact landing site of the group with false landings; secondly: the helicopters did not sit down exactly where they were planned, because of which it took some time for the group to orient themselves in the terrain and determine their point of standing; and the third, the most unpleasant: the group was immediately noticed by local residents, who were not slow in informing the nearest department of the Chechen State Security Department about the landing of a commando group of federal troops.
A week before the new year, snow fell in the mountains, and the tracks of the group, wherever it went, could only be noticed by a blind man. In the daytime, it thawed slightly, and at night the frost seized everything in the neighborhood with an iron grip. The snow covered with an ice crust, and the group’s advancement was very slow, so it is not surprising that in the near future the KGB officers sat on the tail of the group. Now about any performance of the task could be no question. The race began.
The crossovers, exhausting their personnel, tried to break away from persecution, but this was impossible to do for several reasons. Loaded with ammunition and explosives to the eyeballs, apart from warm clothes and felt boots and wadded sleeping bags, people barely moved their legs, and, falling in the snow, could not get up without help. The Chechens who pursued them were at home and were traveling light, which is why they had a greater speed of movement with less expenditure of forces. But most of all, it was impossible to get away from the persecution of the “buffalo path” that remained with the group. Tear them away even for a day's journey, they would still be overtaken.
At each halt, the group commander, Major Kholodov, sent radiograms of the following content to the center:
- I am leaving from pursuit, the task is impossible, I demand urgent evacuation!
On the first day there was no response to the radiograms. Then came the discouraging encryption:
- Continue the assignment, congratulations to Senior Lieutenant Isaakov with the assignment of the next rank of captain ahead of schedule.
All subsequent negotiations were like talking a blind person to a deaf person.
- We demand evacuation!
- Continue the task.
After several years after those events, with current experience, I understand that if Major Kholodov was more cunning and give a radiogram about the successful accomplishment of the task, and also about the additional ambush, he would be immediately evacuated, meeting him on the big land as a hero. No one would even understand, it is true or not. The army needed heroes, and before Moscow it was necessary to bend, quickly reporting on their successes.
Major Kholodov didn’t understand this, and no one dared to tell him directly about it.
In Mozdok, the deputy commander for educational work, nicknamed Khryusha, even held a meeting on this matter, accusing Major Kholodov of being passive, almost of cowardice.
When it became clear that one would not wait for the necessary radiograms from Kholodov, they urgently prepared another detachment of two groups, consisting of the battalion commander, Major Ivanov, and almost the entire battalion headquarters.
Having loaded with ammunition even more than the Kholodov group, two days after the New Year, this detachment was also thrown into the mountains by helicopters to connect with the Kholodov group and perform joint reconnaissance tasks.
At the head of the squad was now the most experienced Major Ivanov, who had won two terms in Afghanistan at one time and very well. For Afgan, he had three orders of the Red Star.
Besides him, Major Hopov, who also had experience in Afghanistan, and Major Dmitrichenkov, also entered the detachment’s command. Dmitrichenkov was the deputy commander of the battalion for airborne training. His presence in the detachment was absolutely useless; he went there because Private Popov was wounded in the classes held by this particular major. Naturally, the brigade commander did not forgive Dmitrichenko and reproached him at every opportunity. The latter wanted to somehow make amends for his offense and he was asked to join this detachment. The battalion commander treated him with respect and did not refuse.
Such an increase had a positive effect on the morale, but the mobility of the detachment became very bad. There are more people. At the head of the squad now were experienced people, whose age was well past thirty. True, they did not differ in special health. The detachment commander was generally limp because of injuries sustained in Afghanistan.
Having not yet discovered open prosecution, the scouts had a sense of impending danger: strange shadows and sounds at night forced the scouts to open fire from silent weapons, and the operation of mines set on the trail behind the detachment said that the tail did not lag behind during the day or night . Finally, the Chechens, who were pursuing the detachment, became completely impudent and in the open approached the detachment at a distance of up to 200 meters.
It was an arrogance that the battalion commander did not tolerate. The rear guard was tasked with carrying out an ambush and detaining the pursuers.
The group of Senior Lieutenant Bystrobegov, who was in the rear guard, disguised in a convenient place, began to wait for his pursuers. Soon, two Chechens appeared on foot, wearing white camouflage. They were armed with a hunting rifle and a SKS carbine.
The Bystrobegov, who unexpectedly appeared before them, shocked them, and it’s not difficult to lay down on the ground and tie two people to specialists. A tall giant, Ensign Parshonkov, knocking their heads together about each other, threw them in the snow, shouting to the soldiers:
- Well, what are you hatched? Connect!
Quickly linking the Chechens dragged to the battalion commander. There was no interrogation, they themselves told, everything they knew. This information was sad for the detachment. They reported that the detachment has long been known and that representatives of the State Security Department and, ostensibly, representatives of the opposition, who want to conduct a detachment in Urus-Martan, where their Center is located, are following him.
In addition, they told many more interesting things about the organization of armed formations in the south of Chechnya. All of this was immediately encrypted and sent to the center.
The data obtained forced the chief of intelligence to decide on the evacuation of the detachment. In Moscow, it was already something to report. Therefore, the detachment was given a radiogram on the exit to the evacuation point. It was a flat glade on top of one of the small mountains.
After receiving the encryption, the special forces were delighted and moved towards the evacuation site, by chance by slipping between two units of the KGB. Food is almost over, fires, so as not to find themselves, are not diluted, and it is impossible to sleep at night in a sleeping bag when it becomes wet from breathing. The soldiers and commanders froze to the point that when they woke up they could hardly move their frozen arms and legs, and the sleeping bag turned into a solid icy cocoon, which was very difficult to get out of. Even captured Chechens were surprised at the conditions under which the special forces had to act. They themselves had light swan-down sleeping bags, and after two days they were replaced in the mountains.
By noon, the 06.01 squad reached the indicated peak for evacuation. The sky was clear and remained so for another three hours. The site allowed to land at the same time three "turntables". The radio operator “pushed through” to the Center: “They are ready for evacuation!” The center replied: “Wait!” They waited two hours. Ether was silent. Finally, a new radio: “Evacuation is impossible due to lack of weather.” After consulting with the group commander, the squad commander made a decision - while there is weather in the area of the evacuation site, go up to the nearest peak of Tamysh (mark 835) and wait for the weather to improve at the airfield of take-off . If the weather did not change for the better, it was decided to move towards the south or south-west in order to find a new evacuation site, more distant from Komsomolsky and Alkhazurovo. However, by the evening of 06.01, the weather had worsened in the waiting area. Day went without incident. There was no weather, it was quiet in the district. All this reinforced the thoughts that, perhaps, will cost, the Chechens do not dare to attack. So far into the mountains they will not climb, until they gather up the militia in the auls, we will be on the mainland. Maybe they don’t want to climb into the mountains to storm some saboteurs, whose presence no one, except the prisoners, felt.
Frost the next night increased, one soldier got frostbite. Security posts still did not report anything suspicious, so the battalion commander allowed fires to be heated to warm the personnel. The night was very hard; the fighters ate a can of stew for five and a galet over the night, washing down tea with melted snow. Now to the cold, added hunger. The morning was approaching very slowly. Gradually, the sky was turning black from gray. Everyone looked at him hopefully, as if they were waiting for the coming of Christ, but it was still covered with lead clouds, and instead of the hum of helicopters silence was broken by the roar of a shot. He was followed by an automatic fire. Even in the predawn gloom it was evident how all their faces stretched out of surprise and fear.
When surrounded by a detachment, the Chechens used the old partisan method: the blocking groups arrived and made their way to the detachment very secretly, disguised as people who arrived for logging, and despite the fact that they were discovered by the scouts, control over the situation passed to them.
From the post of the first guard, Sergeant Tupolsky came running. The sleeve of his jacket was wet with blood, she fell in large drops on the snow. He reported:
- Comrade Major, I'm injured, Private Lugovovenko killed. The squad is apparently surrounded!
While he was injected with promedol and tied up, the detachment took all-round defense. Here and there, firefights broke out. Wearing white maskhalaty, scouts were preparing for battle. The fog was thick, the attackers did not see the scouts lying in the open area, but the attackers were not visible behind the trees. Heavy thoughts went to the head of the scouts. They thought that this first fight would be their last. There is nowhere to wait for help, but the special forces are not surrendered.
So half an hour passed, then someone shouted from below:
- Hey, paratroopers! You are surrounded. We offer you to surrender. Otherwise, you will all be killed!
Another voice continued:
“There are over a thousand of us here!” You do not leave! Now let's get the mortars and make you stuff!
Such a development did not please any of the scouts. The battalion commander gave the command to the officers and radio operator to gather in the center of the clearing to make a decision on further actions. The choice was small - either captive, or let the radio operator say that they are all there in the Center, and we want to die famous heroes of Russia. You could still try to break through, but having two wounded and two dead bodies in your arms, it was unrealistic, and you cannot throw them.
A radiogram went to the Center:
- I conduct a battle surrounded, I ask for help and evacuation.
In Mozdok, having received a radiogram, everyone ran in. The intelligence chief with the brigade commander demanded from the command aviation send helicopters to evacuate and support the fire of a detachment in a difficult position.
If our helicopters were equipped with devices that allow landing and firing in the fog, the detachment would be evacuated, and the Chechens would be so ironed that in all the nearby auls there would be mourning. But, alas, our helicopters do not have such devices, but they did have a year of release earlier than the year of birth of military service soldiers. In aviation, weather conditions were denied.
In such circumstances, the Center could not help the detachment, which was immediately sent encryption:
- Hold on, evacuate as soon as possible!
Having received a radiogram, the battalion officer thought for a long time, was silent, and then said:
- Major Kholodov will go on negotiations! Try to gain time! At least a day.
The parliamentarian began to slowly descend to a meeting with the Chechens. Received a briefing for negotiation was clearly not enough, but what to do. The detachment consisted of decent officers who were well able to give and execute orders, but they absolutely did not know how to negotiate. They simply did not learn this as unnecessary. Chechen warlords, on the contrary, had rich experience in such processes, inter-clan fighting, gangster clashes and the traditional Caucasian mentality gave them a huge advantage.
There was a short but tough conversation with elements of criminal concepts, as a result of which the intelligence officers could not use their advantages. In particular, prisoners who could be used as hostages and blackmail the Chechens so that in the event of an assault, the hostages would be killed immediately. Chechens began to put pressure on the fact that they surrounded the paratroopers with a triple ring of encirclement. They talked about mortars, which on horses will soon be brought up here.
- If in half an hour you do not give up, then we will start shooting you with mortars, then we will storm, leaving no one alive.
- In the case of surrender guarantee life and return home!
Rising to his, Kholodov told everything to the squad leader. There was no dispute. Kombat listened to everyone's opinion, the overwhelming majority decided that it was necessary to surrender.
Encryption was sent to the center:
After that, they destroyed the cipherblocks and shot them from a radio station machine gun. They smoked and slowly, one by one, began to descend into the column, folding their weapons and equipment at the feet of the Chechen field commanders.
The scouts, who were putting their weapons and equipment, were met very wary, under the watchful eye of hundreds of trunks. Militants did not believe that the scouts agreed to surrender, they were afraid of a dirty trick by the scouts, hurried descend, listened to the noise of the forest. Maybe they were expecting helicopters to fly in, although with all their will, because of the strong fog they could not have inflicted a targeted blow, they might have thought it was a red herring, and now another group of scouts comes to the rear to destroy them. There was no conversation between the scouts and the militants, they looked at each other in silence until the last scout returned their weapons. It was an ordinary contract service Yurin. When he rose from his position only twenty meters from the main field commander (unfortunately, his name remained unknown) with a sniper rifle, he carefully put it near a pile of weapons and began to take off his equipment, the field commander asked him:
“Have you been holding me on all this time?”
- Why didn't you shoot?
- There was no team.
Yurin did not know that these words would later save his life.
When the militants made sure that all the scouts were disarmed, they instantly grew bolder, ordering the scouts to wait a little apart in one group, they began to force the blocking troops. In total, the militants turned out to be more than 200 people, and they were armed quite diversely, from grandfathering barrels to machine guns and RPGs. The equipment was also different. There were gunmen girdled with machine-gun belts in the style of revolutionary sailors, but there were also modern unloadings, which at that time were only elite units of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia. When all the militant groups gathered, they set off. The victims were carried with them at first, but when the rumble of helicopters was heard in the air, the Chechens became nervous, the scouts were ordered to bury the bodies of the dead Dyakonov and Lugovenko, but this was impossible because of the frozen ground, so the scouts could only shower them with snow, the local people later buried. Parents managed to take away what was left of their bodies only at the end of winter.
An hour later, a cargo van, which carried all the prisoners to the village of Alkhazurovo, crawled into the basement of one of the field commanders. Here, the scouts were threatened by the massacre of local residents, when the scouts were transferred from the van to the basement, a huge crowd gathered to beat the captured scouts, and when they saw Major Dmitrichenkov in the form of a pilot, they became brutalized. The guards could not contain the onslaught of the crowd, and she shouted “Pilot! Pilot! ”Rushed at the poor major and began to tear at his clothes and beat him. With difficulty, the guard managed to discourage the captain from the local residents and lead him to the basement. The contract soldier also got Yuri, when they asked if there were any contract soldiers among the prisoners, Yurin bravely stepped forward. Locals began to demand to shoot him. We must pay tribute to Yurin, he did not fall on their knees in front of them, did not ask for mercy, but calmly said:
- If necessary, then shoot.
But then the field commander came out, the same one whom Yurin was holding on the gun, and made a short but emotional speech in Chechen language, pointing at Yurin, after that the crowd cooled down a bit, and Yurin was taken to the basement to his comrades in misfortune. (Unfortunately, later he behaved not so firmly).
It should be noted that at the beginning of the war, the Chechens hated pilots and contract soldiers most of all. First, because these, as they thought, frail intellectuals, sitting in their airplanes and helicopters, bombed everything, killing innocent women and children with the defenders of Chechnya, seeing from the height only beautiful explosions of bombs and shells, and without thinking at all about the grief and suffering they bring to people. And the contract soldiers provoked hatred, because, in the opinion of the Chechens, they came to this war voluntarily, in contrast to conscripts and officers who were obliged to carry out command orders.
It is not known what the outcome of the confrontation between local residents and the militants who were guarding the prisoners would be, and how long they could keep the rabid crowd. Sudden loading of prisoners to the bus interrupted this confrontation.
Under the reinforced convoy, the bus with curtained windows started off.
“Grozny, Grozny ...” - these were the only replicas of the guards that the prisoners could understand, so everyone decided that they were being taken there. The eyes of the soldiers were cheerful, although everyone had a terrible thought stirring: “Voluntary surrender is a betrayal ...” At one of the stops, the officers were taken out of the bus and were asked for the first time:
- Why did you come to us?
A little “talking heart to heart”, asked the following question:
- Who is the commander?
Limping, Ivanov broke down. He was taken away from the ranks, and he never returned to the rest. Following him, one of the radio operators was taken out, who also never returned to the rest. They were kept and interrogated all the time.
The bus did not reach Grozny, the final point of its route was the remand prison of the Shali police department (former Shali police station), where the prisoners were “cordially” met by the head of the Shali department of the police department Abu Movsayev (now deputy minister of the Sharia security of the Republic of Ichkeria). The reception was worthy of the “clients” who so generously supplied the local militants with weapons, ammunition and equipment, which, after the “welcoming” speech, Movsayev was immediately taken to the cells in the best traditions of the army guardhouse, the officers separately, the soldiers - separately.
Immediately, the interrogations began without delay, people were taken one by one from the cell, and the comrades were saying goodbye to them, as if forever. Returning asked one question:
With the first interrogations, the first bruises and bruises came the realization that this, alas, seriously and for a long time. Initially, the scouts posed as 44 PDB from Volgograd, but it was difficult to hide anything from Chechen investigators, because, first, they could work, because half of them were part of a huge and powerful apparatus of the USSR KGB in the recent past. I hope no one will deny that one of the best intelligence agencies in the world had well-trained investigators, and secondly, when about fifty people are interrogated, any lie will inevitably be revealed, it’s enough to compare the testimony of the interrogated people. But the main reason is that in battle and in captivity different people behave differently. And indifference to your life changes to the fear of losing it. Found a traitor. There is no doubt that soon the investigators knew even the number of rats in the grocery store at the point of permanent deployment of the special-purpose brigade. But with Major Dmitrichenkov, the investigators obtained a discrepancy, because no one really knew for what purpose he was in the detachment. The testimony of Dmitrichenkov himself, that he went with the detachment for the company, was not arranged by the investigators. They wanted to find logic in everything. Since he is the deputy commander of the airborne battalion, then, consequently, he is looking for landing sites and demanded that he show them on the map, but the major persistently rejected this version and insisted on his own.
Die hard, not prickly, the investigators decided, and continued to conduct interrogations. Sometimes it seemed to people that the main thing in all these interrogations was not military secrets and secrets, but brainwashing.
- Why did you come here?
Those who had already been interrogated were brainwashed in their cells by guards. Blow on the door and shout:
- Why did you come here?
After such intensive processing, the scouts asked themselves and each other only one question. No, not what the Chechens asked them. And another, more important for them:
- How will all this end?
A day later, in the morning, the “detachment” was waited by correspondents whom the DGB managed to notify and assemble overnight. Questions, questions, questions, on different accents, but their essence is the same:
- Why did you come here?
The prisoners were lined up in the courtyard of the SIZO, then admitted correspondents. After an introductory speech by a representative of the State Security Department (Movsaev was usually), the correspondents were allowed to shoot and interview under the watchful eye of the guards. So it took about two weeks. One afternoon, the prisoners were taken to the prison yard, then loaded into an open KAMAZ and taken to a new place of detention - the town of the former Shali tank regiment, where they were placed in one of the cellars of the surviving houses. At the entrance to the regiment, everyone watched as the pair SU-25 unloaded into the guardhouse, where it was planned to place the prisoners. The militants explained the location of the location by taking care of the life of prisoners of war who could be bombed by their own aviation, although in reality they were attempts to cover the traces of the detachment in order to prevent the federal forces from carrying out special measures to free the prisoners.
By hiding the prisoners in the basement, the State Security Department officers decided to try to tie a radio game with the center, but they did not succeed, because even though they managed to find out a lot, the radio communication programs were destroyed immediately. The radio game idea failed. They tried to put pressure on people by the method of “education through parents”. All were required to write home letters indicating the location and requirements of parents to come to them.
One day, people with a video camera in civilian civilian clothes came down to the basement - representatives of the prosecutor's office of the Chechen Republic. Each of the prisoners was videotaped and charges were brought in accordance with the criminal code of the Chechen Republic for genocide, mass murder, etc. Thus, there was a real danger of being killed or, at best, spending the rest of his days behind bars. All this had a tremendous moral effect, superimposed on the information that had previously been killed in the heads of prisoners of war. However, the concept of “prisoners of war” was not used by the militants because they believed that the war had not been declared, and therefore all military personnel of the Russian Federation on the territory of the Chechen Republic are criminals.
During all these and subsequent days, the press did not bypass the detachment with attention, sometimes there were two poses a day. The detachment became “a separate exponential company of prisoners of war”.
With the return to the SIZO a few days later, interrogations were resumed. Although the guard’s attitude towards their wards was relatively loyal, most of them were men over thirty years old who had lived in the USSR, served in the army, some of them even fought in Afghanistan, but they did not miss the moment to ask the perennial question and set forth their point view of this war:
- Why did you come to us? Not with the war, but with the money we had to go, then we would agree to remain a part of Russia, but it is better to become part of America, there is a salary in dollars.
But the youth guards needed to establish themselves (sometimes after a smoked jamb) and the guarded ones became the target of these “statements”. They really wanted to break the will of the prisoners, to humiliate their personal dignity, especially officers. Because they significantly exceeded them in physical and intellectual qualities. The most sophisticated way was to take one of the prisoners to execution, force them to dig a grave, and then, "disappointed" with a training approach, to lead them into the cell. Digging, of course, digging, captivity, there is captivity, there's nothing to be done, but no one asked for mercy. After some time, apparently realizing the hopelessness of their undertaking, the guards refused such measures, and even began to treat with some degree of respect for their wards. The most authoritative representative of the prisoners was Major Kholodov. Due to the fact that Ivanov was kept separately, he took full responsibility for the commander, and he also served in Afghanistan at the same time, and in the same province as Abu Movsaev’s brother. Kholodov was called almost every day for interrogations, and all the latest news came to the cameras through him and from him. They expected each return of Kholodov from interrogation as the coming of Christ:
- What will he say this time?
One evening Kholodov brought the news:
- Parents arrived!
Moms and dads came for their overgrown children. Among the prisoners began to talk about the release with the help of parents. Militants have reached their goal: the meeting with parents was widely covered by correspondents. Tears, tears, tears - on the videos of that time one can clearly see the shy looks of the children:
- Forgive us, parents, for the brought humiliation and difficulties.
Meeting with parents, however, strengthened the moral and physical strength of people. Parents were able to bring some of the products. After all, the meager prison ration helped except that he did not die of starvation.
However, Abu Movsaev said he would not be able to give children to parents. Woe to the last of these words can not be described. But did they really know that negotiations on the exchange of intelligence officers for detained militants had long been conducted between representatives of the federal forces and the Chechen leadership, and an agreement was reached on this. And parents were needed only to once again show the world what kind of generous Chechens, and to present the Russian army as a “paramilitary kindergarten.” Nothing to say, a propaganda trick on the verge of genius.
The door slammed shut behind Major Kholodov.
- Tomorrow exchange! - He said, not hiding his joy.
This short phrase led the prisoners to jubilation; nobody slept that night. In the morning everyone was again built in the courtyard, but already with mattresses and overcoats. They made it all shake out and put it back into the chambers. After that, everyone was loaded onto a bus with curtained windows, and he drove the scouts to a meeting that was returning to life.
Upon reaching the agreed place of exchange, the prisoners were located in the school building. I had to wait a few hours. At this time, there were final negotiations and clarified lists of exchanged. Suddenly, the prisoners were transferred to the basement for “security,” and from there immediately to the bus. In the bus in the first seat sat the brigade commander and Kim Makarovich Tsogolov. Release!
Having reached the bridge, the bus stopped. Two people crossed the bridge, it seemed that the bridge would last forever. Hard road from non-existence into life. Someone was crying ...
On the other side of the bridge, the former prisoners were taken by truck to the landing site of the helicopters. The screws tightened. However, the odyssey of Major Ivanov’s detachment did not end: one man remained in captivity — Major Dmitrichenkov. But they do not abandon their special forces. In April, 1995 was traded for him.
So ended one of the most tragic episodes of army special forces. This история had a happy ending. Therefore, no one should be blamed for what happened, and we are not entitled to do so. I often heard questions:
- Why did Basaev in Budenovsk and Raduyev in Pervomaisk not captured with his troops? Although against them was thrown all the power of the federal forces.
The answer to this question is simple:
- For them, it was a war without rules. And we tried to fight, having in one hand a set of laws of the Russian Federation, and in the other a combat regulations of the ground forces. This is the same as playing football by chess rules. That's why they lost. As for the attitude of society to the participants of this story, it will change more than once. They will turn into heroes, now traitors, depending on the attitude of society towards their army and the Chechen war. But there were also the participants of these events themselves, alone with their memories. In the afternoon they say to themselves:
- Everything! Lost, turned over!
But at night, in nightmarish color dreams, the mountains come again, captive, interrogations, Abu Movsaev, and how they dig their own grave ...
The experience paid by blood: confession of a Caucasian prisoner
Zaripov A.M. Pervomayka the words Finally, a reconnaissance group can be tracked down the tracks and taxed on all sides.