“Bezhetskaya Vendetta”
On August 3, under heavy escort, I was taken from the solitary cell of the PKT (BUR) “to the authorities” not by ordinary inspectors, but by the police and security guards with mysterious faces.
A brutal lieutenant colonel was waiting there in the ceremonial uniform of the TFR with broken ears, like those of wrestlers, and a broken nose, like those of boxers. The head of the Bezhetsk investigative department, Andrei Rasol, as in low-grade cop TV series, began the interrogation right off the bat in a tragic voice with notes of threat:
— The Investigative Committee in the Tver Region received a statement from Golubkov from Moscow about your murder of Fertov for hire! Do you know these people?
– Yes! I saw Lenya Golubkov in an advertisement of JSC MMM in the 90s: “We sit, but the money flows!” Nowhere else. Have you seen this Golubkov yourself?
“The crime report came by email,” Andrei Rasol said in a deep voice.
— How do you carry out this crazy pre-investigation check without establishing the identity of the applicant? Is Fertov’s virtual murder victim at least alive or not?
– We don’t know this…
It turns out to be some kind of Schrödinger’s Fertov.
– Well, what are you talking about then?! — I was perplexed, feeling myself in total absurdity.
At the end of the meeting, the Bezhetsky boss of the investigators did let slip the real reason for the visit:
– Do you think you can write your complaints about our poor work with impunity? I am appointed, but from morning to evening I am only busy preparing answers to you and reporting to my superiors about this.
It would seem that it is high time to stop being surprised by the degree of ordering of the investigative authorities. Well, for the sake of stars, you need to at least investigate real murders…
For example:
— The investigative department of Bezhetsk refuses to investigate the tragic death of 42-year-old Stanislav Goz (a candidate of economic sciences from my detachment), abandoned by the paramedics of IK-6 unattended to die like a dog, and then they quickly begin a vigorous activity of ephemeral murder. Uzbek Bolgaev, who was beaten to death by his employees for refusing to peel potatoes, was also ignored. They did not initiate a criminal case on rigged auctions and massive supplies of counterfeit cigarettes to the zone by the colony leadership,” I monotonously listed the facts of inaction and cover-up by local jailers.
“Inspired” to the extreme by such shameless attacks, in one breath I wrote many appeals about Andrei Rasol’s abuse of power.
The ingenuous revenge of the local authorities of the forgotten town of Bezhetsk struck in its primitiveness. As one would expect, the prosecutor supported his colleague, without even noticing his Vendetta against the rebellious prisoner.
The characters of Saltykov-Shchedrin’s officials from pre-revolutionary Tver, where he served in a high position, are still alive today.
“ВЧК ОГПУ”