The story of the officer of the special forces
History about journalists, hostages, “ostentatious” teachings, a monument to Jan Smith, about what really happens and what doesn't happen, and how to behave. The story is transmitted exactly as recorded, with minimal edits. He recorded in an informal setting, during a table talk with stimulating drinks and inspiring snacks. Published with the full consent of the author.
From the official press: “The representative of the counter-terrorism center of the Ministry of Internal Affairs during his speech reminded about the responsibility of the media to society and warned against a rash" stuffing "of information that could cause irreparable harm.
The main lessons will end with comprehensive exercises for the practical development of educational material, where some of the reporters will act as hostages, while others will perform their usual functions or control the correctness of all actions. Interior Minister Nurgaliyev, Secretary General of the CSTO Bordyuzha, as well as representatives of the presidential administration of Russia, the FSB and other departments are going to attend the final exercises. ”
The main lessons will end with comprehensive exercises for the practical development of educational material, where some of the reporters will act as hostages, while others will perform their usual functions or control the correctness of all actions. Interior Minister Nurgaliyev, Secretary General of the CSTO Bordyuzha, as well as representatives of the presidential administration of Russia, the FSB and other departments are going to attend the final exercises. ”
... It was April 05, in my opinion. 4 April 2005 of the year. Just after Beslan, when it turned out once again that journalists do not know how to fuck with us and when it turned out that journalists don’t understand how to behave in the area of special operations. Once again. The first time was on “Nord-Ost”, when the NTVshnaya couple “distinguished themselves” with a sniper “layman”, the second time was just in Beslan. Well, there was a complete “cool”, you remember. And then, when there was another upswing in large-scale cooperation between the CSTO CIS and Russian security officials, there was such a moment, then Bordyuzha turned in full growth - and then they decided that regular large seminars should be held to teach journalists how to behave in special activities. It was on the initiative of Bordyuzha, the "power" went to meet, well, that is, Interior Ministry turned to the people. Those. not that the people got the requests - it was an initiative exactly from the “siloviki”. About the fact that, guys, let's work with you a little bit, well, because how much is possible! Zadolbali ...
They decided for a long time where all this would be carried out, and decided that an interdepartmental, international center for training on terrorism-extremism and other “-ism” would be just right. And, considering that our Center for Terrorism was at one point, there was also an international Peacekeeping Training Center, and there was also a drug training center, well, in general, the base is convenient, not far from Moscow, everything is at hand, you can work. In addition, in general, our specialty.
They invited the nth horde of journalists, writing and snizuchikh there, they were all there, there was a nemeryanny crowd of journalists from Belarus, oddly enough. So, they were given lectures for a week, with such semi-practical classes, well, not so much in the “field”, but ... they showed, told, explained, taught, roughly speaking. And for them, there should have been a big "window dressing", it is also a practical lesson. In the course of which, the majority of journalists could easily work out all the skills and abilities they had in the operational headquarters: how to cover it, how to talk to anyone, and how NOT to stop security forces from working, where to stand, where not to stand. . Well, individual activists, and those who have a lot of adrenaline and just live like that, they can be held hostage. At the same time understand - what it is. Again, Beslan is on everyone's lips, and then on everywhere else. Here, the first experience was just April 05 of the year.
As I remember it: the weather was rare, the snow was, well, “to the depth of the great Jewish Jordan River,” that is, to the very eggs. The temperature is either minus five, or minus six, but it was done here, and according to the teachings legend, the first part there was “taking hostages and keeping them in a separate living house of rural buildings”. There, we just had one-story houses ... oh, there was a separate story with the houses! The houses were inherited from Soviet times, once it was a “exhibition of GUIN achievements” - a prisoner is going to meet people! Well, yes, the Gulag Museum, gygy. This is in theory, according to the plans of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for 1990-s of the USSR, the convicts were supposed to supply our population in summer cottages with such all sorts of different houses. And the houses there were good, there were either seven, or eight types, two-, three-storey, quickly erected, all completely different layouts. To work out the actions of groups - the song, what we need! Well, since the times are vague, there is no electricity there, there is no heat there, it’s cold and hungry, since there is no snow inside.
And when we were “pumped” in front of this whole affair, there was a team that worked like a full program, but without open self-harm. Those. do not leave traces - and if you leave, then carefully. So, we were given a female psychologist, a staff member, who was supposed to sit with all of us there, inside, in case all of a sudden the poor hostages "tear off the roof." With her, next to her is a medical woman with a whole set of medicines for everything and everyone. Well, they team - we do not interfere. Ie, if absolutely well ... - then yes. And so - look, watch. Then he took us ... and, the air riot police took, dear and beloved, where could it be without him. The commander had just become B ***, but for many years he had been a “slaughter” (deputy for combat training). "Zamboi" he was perfect - a normal guy, thoughtful, adequate. And this was the first year of his commanding, he gave both men and equipment, everything was without problems.
Well, it means that journalists have an extreme day, our “window dressing” is a job ... who wants to be? Two some girls came up, one of them, as I remember, was a correspondent ... either "Orthodox Russia", or some other religious newspaper, well, something like that, well, like "Russia primordial." What she had to do with us was nobody understood. But this “primordial Rus” had a dad with large epaulets, and this later became clear.
And then there, the approach to this house, where we should “have fun” with them, is all this journalistic pool, cameras, the general, the general goes, say, dear journalists - who wants it? "Distillery - two people." Well, get out these two: can we, and can we? They are to us in tenacious paws, right there “mummy” (hat-mask) on the face with holes back, face down, kick in the ass - they flew. And - this journalist comes out from the television. All of a such on Ponta, fitted jeans, x * e-my, like - well, show me Beslan. And in the cordon was just an air riot police, the first, they just had such a Grisha. Shieldbearer. He was carrying the “Fence” (assault shield) on himself. The “fence” itself weighs a kilo under 60. Well, in order to run well with him ... well, Grisha was such a short sprout, square, it is easier to jump than go around, yes. So, this is heard - like, “well, show me Beslan”. And some people see how the “Fence” moves away, a leg appears from there, a tasty kick under the train ... - and the “Fence” moves back. Who weighed a pendal - no one understands. There is a piece of metal, such, nemeryanny, with a viewing window. And, in general ... in the spring of 2005, to say that “show me Beslan” was imprudent. Do you want to see Beslan? Well, now you will see him. Mask on the face, kick in the ass, hands up the hill and forward.
"Evil terrorists", as you understand, it is us. There were three "evil terrorists" - Ali, Ahmed and Aga ... Cold dog, snow on the eggs, they are all "moms" on the face and the building. And they, you know, how ... they approached this cordon, which made the "corridor" in the direction of the building: the type we want. They are right there, they put the “mummy” on the face, wrap their hands, face down, give them the neck - and go. Further it is already everywhere. All she already in hand. They took me into a room, put them against the wall, and sit uncomfortable, because there is no furniture - there is a bare floor and walls, that's all. They are there, the heels are as far as possible from the wall, but at the same time it is squatting, i.e. she can no longer tear herself, and she does not have enough booty to the floor. Very uncomfortable posture ... Hands, respectively, behind the head, fingers intertwined, so as not to twitch. Top team: - Sit, do not rock the boat, speak when allowed! Is everyone clear?
The team, of course, with a "terrible tyrrArist accent": - Do you hear? Eh, ryussky izkom said, dogs are not true, ishaz pazorny, how many times a tibe gavarit - do not use a team ...! Is everyone clear?
The girls have pierced. They listened to lectures. This one comes out ... I, the journalist says, I can! Well, the phrase "I'm a journalist" gets n ... lei. Like - you did not have a command to speak! (While neat, while without a trace). There were no teams! And on top - boom!
- You can't beat me!
Boom!
- Nobody allowed you to talk, sit, be silent. All truncated?
- Shrunk.
Boom!
- You also said - do not speak without permission!
It seems to subside.
And they do not see a damn. Plus, they still twisted on the ground, they do not know where they are, disorientation. Sit, wait. Then a single interrogation begins: last name, first name, place of residence, exact home address, family composition, “let's go and raze”, back and forth ... All the bags were shaken out. Type - things to eat? Come here! And, normal female logic - where does it go? She is going to the suburbs, they will talk intelligently with her - and here they are not a fig, not only did they take the bags, they also shook everything up and down. Normal female reaction, oh, I have a telephone there, I have it there, this, this, oh, and how is that! Oh, but suddenly they got there, they pocketed their pockets ...
The conversation begins. Who are you? Masha. And exactly Masha? Similarly, Masha. And if you do not lie? Yes, exactly, exactly! And who is at home? .. Well, the standard "split", in short, minutes for 5-7 for each. However, they also hear what is happening from the side. And - poking a finger at a particular one, says to him: "Sit and shut up, there was no command to speak." And while at the side of a person you are “prickling”, you periodically lash at the wall with something heavy. Man does not understand what is happening. It seems that the side is already killing someone. They talked to everyone for 15 minutes - this one again began to cower, like “I'm a journalist, I can't be treated like this, but let me help you” ... Yes, yes.
In general, in 10 minutes, in my opinion, we slightly overdone it. Not much - but a little bit. Because once again to the cry of "I am a journalist," once again, the liver was stricken. (No trace, but unpleasant). Again - I want to write. And you, the goat, no one asked what you want! Your task is to sit and not cower, sit down!
It's cold, they start to freeze. I see. And with yourself. Well, they don’t have any with them, of course, none of them took anything on purpose — even if they did. And it is clear that the girls - they have become blue. You lift the mask with a knife - open your jaw! (And with a flask of alcohol, pure, undiluted). Open your jaw! Opens up. There from the flask - gurgle! Knife jaws close - swallow! Ik ... Open! And they are so cold, so fucked up that they do not understand that they are given pure alcohol. Then hot coffee from another flask - gurgle! Swallow! Once again, you open the jaw with a knife, there a piece of chocolate - swallow. Two of them more or less led to themselves, but the little boy, either he didn’t have enough coffee, or chocolate, in my opinion, he didn’t have enough chocolate.
Plus, against the background of all this, the constant bothersome between Ali and Agha, about the fact that here's the right one, it’s, as it were possible, to take advantage, while it was still here and there, before it began. Feather in the side (well, that is, not in the side, of course, just put the blade to the body) - let's go!
If only riot policemen came about five minutes later ... she herself would have given as if I were telling you. Because unlike the guy ... the guy got good, in fact - for his own crap. Because if you’ve been told 4 times that “you’ll speak only on command, when they tell you”, you try to contradict and at the same time get, well, quite a lot, and at the same time try to download the rights that you are a journalist you will be the first to be cut (if you really). Well, they didn’t cut them, they knocked on the ribs well, and got them in the neck. And besides, they thought it was about five minutes, seven minutes, eight minutes — and then the valiant OMON would come and they would all be released at once. And we have a team - on 40 minutes to stretch this happiness, in full. And they don’t know that besides us in the room is a psychologist, a doctor. In addition, it was recorded on video, but this is service documentation, you know, she went into the depths, as a training tool in the future.
So, the girl has already been half stripped - I tell you, she was already ready to give herself, only to be left behind. And she understood that any order was better to carry out. Because the neck got them too. In proportion - but also to them. In such situations, people somehow instantly become trainees. And again, the second one feels that the neighbor was raised and taken away somewhere. Plus it along the way, while searched - fingered. Plus, it was assessed as in the bazaar of both, such as who to take, this or this? Like - well, this one is too flat. Come on, flat, now we will raise with a knife, we'll see! And when you sit, and minus five, and you have a cold blade along your ribs, it slips - not through a sweater, but directly - in general, it is unpleasant. And the fact that all this is nothing more than a teaching is forgotten instantly!
Well, came the valiant riot police, all happily freed. And they sit, their masks are tight, they see nothing, they only feel it all. And they suddenly hear - shooting, explosions, they see flashes of flash-like grenades through masks, because it shines through a mask, and shines through well, and they hoped that now it would be, freedom! And no shit like that, because then - “filter” (filtration point). And because if ... they somehow hope that now riot policemen have come, they have all shot them, then they will take off their masks, and gently, under the handles will carefully bring out how the children in Beslan were taken out - no dick like that. They were in the same form as they were - they only had “bracelets” fastened on their hands, and in the same way, they kicked them into the filtration collection. And there the show goes on, because: prove that you are you, and what relationship did you have, and if you were really a hostage, and who can confirm this, and on the basis of which you were taken hostage, and what details, how did you they took ... Because the journalists who sit in the pool also need this too. And all this is shown - to journalists, they see everything. The only thing that the journalists who sat in the “pool” did not see - they did not see the treatment of the hostages inside. And for journalists, the difference was very visible: the people who came in and those who were taken out of there.
Then comes the general "pressuha" immediately, with the hostages. It was funny there, because there were three of us. And they are beginning to find out - and how many were the terrorists who took you hostage? Oh, and we have not seen. Well, you heard - how much? Well ... probably seven people. Well, can you identify them? No, we can not. Well, by the voices? No, we can not. Can you at least something? No, we can not. And why? We did not see this, we did not remember it, we do not remember it. How were you treated? Well, like, thanks for not stabbing.
So, after the "window dressing" was the final big "pressuha." It was funny there ... The first question that was always asked of everyone was before the start of all the events: gentlemen journalists, is it possible to cover the position of the militants? And journalists are one and the same: yes, you can, you need, you need to give the militants the opportunity to speak, express their demands, it will save the hostages, here and there, they are also people ... It’s not like gangsters, and these are illegal armed groups fighting for freedom of one independent region.
Well, so, the final "pressure", where the hall is clearly divided into two groups. The second group is where these two girls are. And they say - oh-oh? Do these animals also have the opportunity to talk? Yes, they, goats, it is necessary to wet, right there, in the toilet, as befitted the great president! Not that the platform does not give - you can not say nothing to give! Where I saw - there and wet!
And with the little boy funny happened. Because the little boy began to squeal immediately, as soon as the riot policemen saved him: “I am my own, I am a journalist!”. Well, he got it - this time from the riot police. Like - to figure out who you are, there will be an investigator, but for now, for the time being, n ... di; according to our data, three were captured, but there were women there, and who you and we do not know at all. He was sitting on the "press", holding all the causal places and rubbing them.
Well, and then the command of the exercises: comrades officers, who played the role of "terrorists" - please stand up. Well, and there everything is already disguised, already in a normal form, already in uniform, with regalia. “Ali”, “Ahmed” and “Aga” stand up. Well, the head of the exercise says: dear comrades journalists, as you see, here are the officers of the Center who played the role of “terrorists” - there were only three people, not seven, as the ex-hostages showed. Here, these are our employees, these are our officers. So you can come closer, you can talk, ask, ask all your questions, such as how they came to life like that. The little boy comes running, holding his crumpled sides, and begins: well, well, you, well, how is it, I’m mine, you knew that I was a journalist, why you treated me like that ... I told him: man, you now who are you talking to? To the law enforcement officer - or to the “terrorist Ali”? “Terrorist Ali” is now chasing you with a feather under the ribs, and that’s the end of the conversation. And if you turn to an officer - then the question is not addressed. And to you, dear, only one request: since you somehow managed to take our faces openly, before you let this matter go on the air, or close your faces, where we lit up (not by your will, I understand ), or call, we will come, see what you got.
No shit like that. It was, in my opinion, Thursday - on Saturday, in the final program of the week a story with open faces went! And then the little boy then, as I was told, ran for a very long time on the editorial board, and shouted that he was a cool special forces - he wasn’t a cool guy, etc.
From the official press: “According to the plan of the exercises, terrorists were found in the Domodedovo district of Moscow region, who had previously shot DPS patrol and seized communications equipment and weapon the policemen. During the operation, prosecution and blocking by law enforcement officers, the terrorists, taking three people hostage, played the role of journalists, bricked into a small wooden structure (one of the houses of the Center's training ground, where the training questions of the counter-terrorism activities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs) are practiced.
But it was just the start of the action. The main work of representatives of the media and the Ministry of Internal Affairs began later with the organization of the operational headquarters, which should negotiate with terrorists, develop a plan of assault, and, in parallel with this, providing data to journalists.
During the release of the hostages, the combat task was accomplished on 100%: three hostages (two girls and a man) were released, the terrorists were destroyed. ”
But it was just the start of the action. The main work of representatives of the media and the Ministry of Internal Affairs began later with the organization of the operational headquarters, which should negotiate with terrorists, develop a plan of assault, and, in parallel with this, providing data to journalists.
During the release of the hostages, the combat task was accomplished on 100%: three hostages (two girls and a man) were released, the terrorists were destroyed. ”
Well, six months later, we decided to repeat this experience. It was the beginning of October 05, but it was decided to diversify it. Because the journalists came partly, which was the last time ... By the way, going back a little. There, then, for the first time, there were journalists who clearly understood what they were doing, where they were, how they should behave and what questions should be asked, and which should not. There they had a group of those who understood where the journalist with the TVC was heading: a quiet old bastard who saw it all, more than a dozen times, who had been to Afghanistan and knew it all. Who watched and said, yes, that’s what they’ll get now, and I’ll probably get out of the way so that I don’t fly.
So, the October "window dressing" is all the same, they are tortured with lectures for a week. And there was the script - the seizure of the bus. Again: October, cold, drizzling rain, something else - and the journalists here like to dissect, who are heels, who are generally naked. In general: dear sirs journalists, before we go to the next training point, we ask everyone to take a seat on the bus. And to some of the girls ... almost from some central canal, by the way ... she came: the belly is bare, the loins are bare, the appendages are out - her men from the duty station gave the Cop pea jacket to warm up. She wrapped herself in him, she felt good, she was warm in the bus ... The bus makes a big circle of honor - here it is undermined, it turns all over and four “tadpoles” fly in as usual. All lie! Be afraid! Do not rock the boat! This is a grab! Well, etc. I drove from the bus - to hell, the queue inside the bus, and the echo is good there, right there is smoke, smoke, crashing over the ears, they are not used to it ... it began!
The operational headquarters, back and forth, and from there the militants ask: who are you? And we, after one of the "window-dressing", got at one time for inciting ethnic hatred and exaggerating one type of very peaceful religion in terrorist organizations. And there was a team: first, in foreign languages it is not foul (we once otmochili), in Russian - it is also desirable, even if the cameras are working, but what about the requirements - you will think up. Usually, our requirements were: “two compositions of beer and a carriage are blo ... th!” This time, we lingered for a long time, therefore we acted as the “Front of the National Revival of Rhodesia”, and we had the following requirements:
1. Restore the good name of Ian Smith by campaigning in the press.
2. Put him a monument on one of the central squares of Moscow.
3. All war veterans who fought on the side of Rhodesia - to give all rights, according to the status of the war veteran of the Russian Federation, and to bestow, respectively, Russian citizenship.
4. Well, for a snack, as expected: four "lemon" "greens" and a plane to Ireland.
Bosses grunted. There was one of the old journalists there, I do not know, neither the surname, nor the name, the men from the headquarters told me later. The old bastard, who remembers the type of still young Fidel Castro, i.e. In 70, I already was a journalist, I worked abroad, etc. So, he was standing behind the camera, behind the operational headquarters, and hearing these demands of the “Front of the National Revival of Rhodesia” - he just started laughing to curl up into a ball. Type - everything sailed, now there will be a show. The rest simply did not understand what was happening. Distinguished special forces. At that time, we were taken by the combined detachment of the Special Special Forces, and we all work on the same wavelength. Well, so that journalists can hear how negotiations take place between the operational headquarters and the terrorists, how negotiations take place among terrorists, what happens during the redistribution of forces and means, how the operations headquarters and the seizure groups coordinate their actions. And when we give this thing on the air through the walkie-talkie, that we are like the “Front of the National Revival of Rhodesia” - silence hangs on the air, and the voice of someone from the capture group: - That's what he is now for x ... ny demanded?
On the bus, it was fun. There was one journalist, too, one of the elderly already, who, seeing the beginning of the circus, quickly climbed back, well, the back ground of the PAZIKA - under the bench. And he sat there, without protruding from there. He got there a couple of times with the toe of the shoe - like sitting under a bench, so sit down, don't go anywhere. And he was there well, warm and cozy. Because with the rest it began ...
Well, right away: do you have cops? Are there any employees? Are there commissaries? Nope What kind of dick are you sitting in a cop hood? Yes you, the woman - garbage ... And go here!
How are we going to hide from snipers? It's very simple to strip them in the windows too! October is not hot ...
- In short, take off your clothes - and to the window!
- How to undress?
- How-how-to the end!
- Oh ...
- What, "oh"? Come on!
And you shove it with the barrel. In the pose of the famous creation, in front of the window. Each window closes itself, curtains drawn, stand. The general interrogation begins: the surname, the first name ... And the passport was first collected for everyone. All documents, all the bags in one pile, you catch the document, compare. The name of? Vasya? And why is it written in the passport - Ivan? Oh, you bitch, nai ... want me? Well, he gets something - a crush or a handrail. But - carefully!
Well, once again they shot at it - a negotiator comes to us. Like, we have to talk to the hostages, make sure everything is in order with them, give you some of your demands, provide, back and forth ... I pull out one of the hostage girls, so small, the size of 42 is no more, and grows somewhere in 165. And my “Kalash” is still hot from shooting, just just half an empty one. I put her in my arms, set her in front of me, get out of the bus, try to hide behind her - and so that she does not twitch, she has a hot compensator in her ear.
Here ... you know, there is such a petty professional dirty trick. Journalists, one way or another, they see reports. And let him be 33 times a civilian journalist, he understands the differences between a normal muzzle brake compensator and a nozzle for idle shooting. Even if it is painted - all the same, the difference is visible. We did the inner inserts. They took a standard nozzle, put a washer inside it, with the necessary flow area, and screw it back on. Externally - fuck understand what it is. The only difference - it can be seen in the powder burning, which is pulled out. But you have to be, well, can you imagine, by whom, in order to see such things through.
Therefore, when the girl was carried out practically for a skirman out of the bus, they set themselves on stiff legs, a “terrorist” hid behind her, and she clearly had an ear, so the red-hot compensator dangled around her eyes, from which she started to swim.
Negotiator goes, like me, back and forth ... And the negotiator - just the commander. Well, you understand, not to mock the authorities at such moments is just a sin! Turn around, show that you are unarmed. I do not believe, remove the pea jacket! Coldly? And do not care! And there is something puffering under your sweater? I do not know, turn around! Why are your stars so small? Why was it just a lieutenant colonel sent to me? I want a general!
In the meantime, he does everything for me according to the script, he turns around - with my eyes everything shows this girl on my arm, which is hanging on my arm. I turn the girl over to myself - and her eyes have already rolled. And the legs, in my opinion, no longer hold. The trunk is removed, patted on the cheeks a little ... Are you alive? In response, in such a dead voice: - Aha ... Well, I am right there - uh, nothing material, shoot nada! Back, in front of you, the trunk on the face ...
Negotiator - give us one of the hostages. We will not give a damn, our requirements have changed, we need more than one monument to Smith Smith, but two! And in general, why have you still not brought a print of a newspaper with a large article about our national hero? Where? In general, let's take a plane, we are flying to Ireland, you are not interested, you are freaks.
And the hostages are all in the bus in the nude. Those. we only left jeans on them in order not to freeze. Yes, yes, and bras with women too. So that it doesn’t shine into the camera, we put them on our backs. Those. from the top everything is filmed - with a bare torso it is called. I do not like? Do not submit to terrorists? Sure, not a problem! What a cartridge that you are! Zachem patroni spend, uh! Ali has a kinzhal haroshi, for a long time he hasn’t been trying blood on beli sabaki!
Well, the team "go." The bus started off. The only thing that we did not according to the script, not according to the standard - understanding what will happen now, we put them on and put them back on the chairs. Well, it is clear that our people will go through the windows, and to get in the way of a flying 100-kg carcass will be accidentally hurt. Dressed them, planted. We bravely braked and took. Standard situation: the road is blocked either by an armored troop-carrier or by a truck, at the same time the front wheels are being shot, while at the same time distracting the attention of terrorists are undermining, plus the idea of undermining, which carries the PAZIK engine (although, in principle, it rises on the lowered front rims).
The first group goes - this is on the driver, they carry him through the door. The second group enters through the front door - in the PAZIKA the front door opens with a blow. The second group goes through the rear emergency exit, breaking down the glass. Plus, the blocking groups that stand on clipping in front and behind. Glasses are removed, for this there is a special sledgehammer. The first number of the assault group - he makes a glass with a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer, it is special, of a certain form, it carries with it almost all glass. And in the buses of the same glass - Stalinite, when it crumbles, it crumbles without sharp edges, in a crumbling manner. In addition, he pulls the rubber seal behind him. In fact, the group flies through the windows without touching them. The only thing that of course is, yes, inside this whole thing is showered very beautifully.
The group went, went, put - all on the "filter". "Terrorists" - who was shot, who was captured. In general ... in general, they try to drench the terrorists in this case - it is safer. Well, here's a trivial situation for you: the entrance of the group to the inside of the bus - the body is in front of you In the hands can be anything, from "Kalash" to the grenade. It is much easier not to wait for his reaction to the “lie down!” Command, but send him two “olives” between the eyes, and that’s all. It is so safer for the hostages. Who is alive is alive. For example, the carrier is usually pulled out, it is easier with it: the first number opens the door, and the second number pulls out - while, as a rule, the carrier makes two bows and lands clearly on the back, then relaxing in the gut - and away. And then ... the driver is usually so fucking up that an armored troop-carrier flew out to meet him and in front of him he sees a “butterfly” from KPVT - an unpleasant sight, to put it mildly - that instinctively hits the brakes. And this is what is needed.
Journal - "on the filter," well, as usual. We are journalists! Yes? So far you are still a hostage, and it’s unclear what, therefore, the investigators won, they’ll deal with you. Finished. The people are standing, shaking. Not from the cold - but from shock. Trite, some of the journalists were given a cigarette to light - he could not light one. He did not get a cigarette in his mouth, and then did not get on the flame. But who has distinguished himself is Belarusians. Type - and, here, we not could remove everything, and here, it is possible to repeat? Not those people were called Estonians ... Well, the authorities curled their faces, said: well, you can. Why didn't you take it off? But we want to shoot inside the bus. Because we, of course, saw through the windshield from the operational headquarters, what did they have there, but would we have more details? Because how can one bring a person to 25 minutes of hysterics in such a way that his hands are shaking, a strong young man — you know, this is somehow very interesting. Um ... dear sirs journalists! Due to the fact that the press conference is quite far from the venue of the event - please everyone on the bus! And the people just go to the bus refuses. Type - nafig, nafig, we'd better get on foot. Dear colleagues, the fact is that your colleagues from Belarus did not have time to finish it - they are asking to repeat.
We thought those who didn’t have time to finish it - they would be torn right there. Those. it got to the point that we simply closed these Belarusians with ourselves, who did not manage to finish something there. Type: guys, guys, calm! They are journalists like you! Don't beat them! Do not pull the handle! I do not understand - you want to hit me? Not recommended! Everything? Calm down? Well, fine.
In fact, it was not far to the place of the pressuha there - but they were walking. Nobody went to the bus. At all. And again, on the “press” the same standard question: gentlemen journalists, will you give a microphone to a terrorist to voice your threats? All those who were on the bus are categorically: crush goats, drown, do not give up!
Then this program of communication with journalists died. For many reasons. Firstly, because - thank God! - there was no more hostage taking. Remember, after 2004 we have peace and quiet. Secondly, it is believed that the active phase of the CTO is over. And more in my memory this was not. Although ... In the summer of this year, somewhere in central Russia, “veveshniki” held a similar event, also for journalists - but there it was a little different. From what I know, they were simply driven there on a march, on 10 km. Kicks and cuffs - also unpleasant, but this is not as it was with us. Well ... there was another such event in 2008, but a few troubles happened there, and everyone quietly turned off. On the issue of professionalism, by the way, the performers have been working out there, about this another time.
Yes, but with this girl, well, about which at the very beginning - it was funny. After the "pressuhi" we approach her, like, and can I meet you? She - oh, but I do not know what dad will say. We - well, dad is not a wall, dad can move. Dad is near. Um, lieutenant, dad certainly not the wall - but the general is difficult to move. Comrade general, and you are not my direct boss, no problem! Dad just grunted: the greyhounds went lieutenants ...
From the official press: “At the end of the exercise, a press conference was held with the participation of the leadership of the Interior Ministry, the CIS antiterrorist center (ATC), the CSTO on the one hand, and media representatives on the other. The representatives of the Ministry of Internal Affairs once again stressed that journalists are not observers, but direct participants in the events, but insisted that they should in no way interfere with counter-terrorists in their dangerous and complex profession. ”
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