What did they do with Russian soldiers in Chechnya. Executioner Sashka Ardyshev tortured Russian soldiers so that even militants shuddered

Now many Chechen officials are agitating that peace will come when the Chechens are trusted. But the problem is not whether to trust the Chechens - the Russian people have always been very trusting, but how they will use this trust. Those who, by the will of fate, regularly communicated with "hot Chechen guys" not at the official level, but at the everyday level, know: these guys are not simple! They can assure you of the most friendly disposition and call you "brother", while at the same time holding a knife in your bosom and waiting for you to turn your back on them.

It is also striking that until now almost no one has spoken honestly about how young and zealous Chechen guys, back in Soviet times, before all the recent wars, in which they now blame Russia, treated the Russians, or, it would be more correct to say, did not with their own, non-Chechen women, when they happened to “get it” before them. One cannot offend one's own, because one can answer for this with one's life, but strangers - easily.

I came across a letter written 15 years ago by a girl who faced similar treatment. Then she tried to publish this letter in the Moscow press, but she was refused in all the editorial offices where she applied, arguing that the publication of such a letter could offend the national feelings of the Chechens.

Only now, when the press has become less afraid of “offending national feelings,” has it become possible to publish this cry of the soul. Here he is.

“I am a native Muscovite. I study at one of the Moscow universities. A year and a half ago, a story happened to me that I can only now tell without hysterics. And I think I should tell her.

My friend, who studied at Moscow State University. Lomonosov, invited me to visit her hostel, where she lives (it is called DAS - the house of graduate students and interns). I've been there before. Usually it was not difficult to get to the hostel, but this time the watchman categorically did not want to let me through, demanding to leave the document. I gave her my student ID and went up to my friend's room - I'll call her Nadya. Then we went with her to the hostel cafe on the ground floor, where we ordered coffee and a couple of sandwiches.

Some time later, an old acquaintance of Caucasian appearance, Nadine, sat down with us. Nadia introduced me to him, and he invited us to move from the cafe to his room - chat in a relaxed atmosphere, watch videos, drink some wine.

I immediately refused, explaining that it was not too early, and soon it would be time to go home. To which Ruslan - so heaped up the guy - objected: why go home if you can stay overnight here, in a friend's room? Like, real life in a hostel begins at night; Is it really not interesting for a Moscow girl to find out how nonresident students live? After all, this is a very distinctive world of its own ...

I was really interested. Which is what I told him. Adding that it was still impossible to stay, however, because the watchman took the student's card and strictly warned that I had to pick it up before 11 pm, otherwise she would hand it over somewhere.

What problems? Ruslan said. - I'll buy your student card in no time!

And left. While he was gone, I expressed my concerns to my friend: is it dangerous to go into the room of an unfamiliar Caucasian man? But Nadia reassured me, saying that Ruslan is a Chechen only by his father, whom he does not even remember, lives with his mother and in general he is also a Muscovite.

Why does he live in a hostel then? I was surprised.

Yes, he quarreled with his mother and decided to settle here, - Nadia explained to me. - Agreed with the local administration. - And then she added: - It's easy here. In Moscow State University dormitories, in general, the green light is given to Chechens, even if they are not students at all. Just because the head of all university dorms is a Chechen, and they have their own clan laws...

Then Ruslan returned, brought my student card. And we, having bought food in a cafe, went to visit him (if you can call visiting a dorm room that way). The decisive argument in favor of this visit for me was, perhaps, the fact that the guy looked attractive and not arrogant. Naturally, communication was supposed to be exclusively platonic.

On the way, we called my mother from a payphone, and Nadya assured her that everything would be fine, let her not worry. Mom reluctantly allowed me to stay.

Having seated us in his room, Ruslan ran for champagne, put on some kind of video film - not pornography, but a normal movie, some kind of American action movie. He said that later we would go to another room to visit his friends from the course, where a large cheerful company of guys and girls was supposed to be. I was a home girl, I rarely managed to be in a "big noisy company", so this prospect seduced me.

When it was already close to midnight, there was a knock on the door. Ruslan opened it without question, and three young men entered the room. A tense situation immediately arose.

These are the local Chechens, - Nadya told me in a whisper. - They have some common affairs with Ruslan.

However, those who entered sat down in a businesslike way and were in no hurry to talk about business. But they began to throw unambiguous glances at me and my friend. I felt uneasy, and I turned to Ruslan:

You know, we might as well go. You must be having a serious conversation here. All in all, thanks for the evening.

Ruslan wanted to answer something, but then the smallest of those who came (although by age he, apparently, was the oldest) loudly interrupted him:

Well, what are you, girls, what serious conversations can be when you are here! We will simply join your company - sit, drink, talk about life.

It's time for the girls. They were about to leave, - Ruslan somehow not very confidently objected.

Come on, let them sit with us for a while, we won't offend them, - the little one said amiably.

One of the guests called Ruslan to talk in the corridor, and the little one continued to have a friendly conversation with us. After some time, the "guest" returned with two more friends, the owner was not with them. Nadia and I again tried to leave, although by this moment it became obvious that we would not be able to do it so easily ...

Then the little one closed the front door, put the keys in his pocket and simply said:

Let's go to the bathroom, girl. And I don’t advise you to resist, otherwise I’ll quickly spoil my face. ”

I was frightened and panicked about what to do. And he continued:

What are you, stupid, hard of hearing? I can correct your hearing! For example, I will cut off the ear.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket and pressed the button. The blade popped out with a metallic sound. He played with the knife for a minute and put it back in his pocket with the words:

Well, shall we go?

No matter how disgusting I was, I decided that I would rather endure a few minutes of sex than I would later suffer all my life with a disfigured face. And went to the bathroom.

There I made one last attempt to awaken humanity in this aggressive creature, even whose name I did not know, urging me and Nadezhda to be released.

Better keep your mouth busy with something else, - he interrupted me and unbuttoned his trousers.

Having received satisfaction, the sexual aggressor seems to have kindled a little. At least his expression became softer.

You have no desire to join your girlfriend? - he asked.

In what sense? I asked.

The fact that four insatiable stallions will fuck her all night. But I'm better, right? Well, am I better? he insisted.

What, do I have a choice? I asked doomedly.

You're right, you have no choice. You will come with me to my house. Unless, of course, you want to make you and your girlfriend feel really bad.

Naturally, I didn't want to. She left the bathroom and, trying not to look in the direction of the bed, on which something disgusting was happening, went to the front door.

Close behind us, - my escort gave a parting instruction to his own.

At the exit from the hostel, seeing the watchman and the phone next to her, I decided to take advantage of this, as it seemed to me, a chance to save.

I need to call home! - I said loudly, rushing to the phone.

But before she even had time to grab the phone, she felt a strong blow to the back of her head and fell to the concrete floor.

Completely drugged. She doesn't even have a home. A bum and a prostitute, - I heard the voice of my tormentor.

Where are you taking her? the watchman asked timidly.

To the police. She tried to ransack my room and molested my friends. Get up bitch, let's go! Fast!

He grabbed me by the collar and, jerking me up from the floor, tore my jacket.

You should take it easy, - the watchman murmured. – Why so much?

I gave my grandmother a pleading look as the little animal was dragging me out into the street.

What, you idiot, don't want to live? Better not rip! he commented on my attempt at release.

And then I thought: it’s better to just endure this horror. Unless, of course, I don’t care, in the end, they don’t stab me.

The animal hailed a taxi, told the driver in a whisper the destination, pushed me into the back seat, climbed in beside me, and off we went.

Rest, dear, you are tired, - he said in a sugary voice, grabbing my head and poking my face into his knees.

So I lay there, not seeing the way. And he - and this was a completely unbearable mockery - stroked my hair all the way. If I tried to raise my head, I dug my finger into my neck somewhere in the region of the solar artery.

The house we stopped at was very ordinary. There was no number on the door of the apartment.

Opening the door with his key, he pushed me into the hallway and then entered himself, loudly informing someone:

Who wants a woman? Receive guests!

My brothers live here. Be kind to them.

There were seven brothers. And compared to them, the one who dragged me here seemed just a dwarf. Or, rather, a jackal currying favor with tigers to please them. They were burly men with muscular figures and the kind of faces that professional killers probably have when they're off duty. They sat on the beds, of which there were as many as five in the room, watching TV and drinking wine. And I also smelled some sweetish smell unknown to me then. Looking at this “meeting”, through the agony of a headache, I realized that I was very, very, very unlucky.

From the first glance at me exhausted, they apparently all decided that I was an ordinary cheap prostitute. They greeted me, if I may say so, kindly: they sat me in a chair, offered me a drink and smoke "weed". When I refused, one of the “tigers”, looking at me incredulously, asked the “jackal”:

Where did you take it?

In the hostel, - he answered cheerfully.

I am a Muscovite, I have a father and mother, - I could not stand it, desperately looking for protection.

The "Jackal" immediately began to fussily explain something to his "brothers" in a language I did not understand. "Tiger" also spoke Chechen, but it was clear from his voice and facial expression that he was dissatisfied. Then the others joined them, and their conversation turned into an argument. And I could only look at them and silently pray to God that this dispute would end successfully for me.

When the altercation was over, several "tigers" began to go to bed, and one of them, the youngest, led me to another room. There were only two beds in this small room. He pulled the mattresses from them to the floor, placed them on the floor along with the linen, invited me to sit down, sat down next to me and began to talk to me in an ingratiating voice. I automatically answered, but I was thinking about something completely different - my head was completely occupied with fear.

Finally, he ordered me to undress - and another nightmare session began. No, he did not mock me openly and even provided some freedom of action, but this did not make me feel better. My whole body ached, my head ached and I was terribly sleepy. I realized that if they started walking me with their feet now, it would not change much for me. I really wanted to lose consciousness - at least for a while, and I also regretted that I did not smoke what they offered there. Because the most terrible thing was how my clear mind perceived every detail absolutely clearly. And time went by so slowly!

When the “tiger” “loosened” several times, he left, and I began to dress. But then a “jackal” jumped into the room, grabbed my clothes and, shouting for fidelity, ran out the door. And immediately the next contender for my body appeared.

This is, of course, a good proverb: "If you are raped, relax and try to have fun." I forced myself to relax, as far as it was possible in such a situation, when you were trembling with fear, but with pleasure it was really bad. Worse than bad.

After the second "tiger" the "jackal" came running again. This time he began to undress himself, and I was completely discouraged. Perhaps I would prefer to be raped by another of the "tigers". At least they didn’t mock me so maliciously, stealthily - they didn’t pull my hair, didn’t try to break my fingers, didn’t pinch me to convulsions all over my body. "Jackal" did it all, and with great pleasure. But he brought with him a cigarette stuffed with “weed”, and demanded that I smoke with him. This time I did not refuse, and it was useless.

But as a result, I didn’t have any dope in my head, it only became even more nauseous. And with an equally clear head, I endured the third and most excruciating session of using my body. And only when the little “shavchenka” got tired of scolding the helpless victim, he left me alone, even allowed me to dress lightly and sent me to the kitchen to wash the dishes, promising to break my hands if I break something.

The largest of the local "brothers" was sitting in the kitchen - a red-haired Chechen, so lazy and sedate. While I was washing the dishes with trembling hands, he talked to me and even offered some condolences. He said that I really got into a “not very pleasant” situation. But when the sink and furniture around were freed from numerous plates and cups, he suggested that I go back to that small room from which I left an hour ago.

Listen, - I turned to him, again trying to alleviate my plight. - You are such a solid man. Are you going to take advantage of the woman that your… subordinates just had?

I didn't mean to. But now, looking at you, I felt like it, - he answered and added affectionately: - Our baby completely intimidated you, right? Well, nothing, relax. I won't hurt you the way he does.

Ah, what a good uncle!

I was already prepared for the fact that after all these entertainments they would simply kill me. But they let me go. And the "baby" took me in a taxi, again pressing my head to his knees, and dropped me off next to the hostel.

I went to a friend’s house to at least somehow put myself in order, and then return home to my parents. Nadia lay in her room, even more tormented than I, with a bruised face. Later it turned out that her rapists, in addition to disgust for men for life, “gifted” her with venous diseases, moreover, gonorrhea, trichomoniasis and pubic lice at once.

After this, Nadia could no longer stay in the hostel. Unlike the Chechens who raped her, they still lived there happily and, until she left, they terrorized her: meeting her somewhere in the hall, they called her a prostitute and “infectious”. Apparently, between themselves, they decided that it was she who infected them. So, naturally, it was more convenient for them - they did not have to look for the guilty among their own. Only Ruslan, who provoked this story, apologized to Nadia and conveyed his apologies to me through her, but that didn't make it any easier.

Nadezhda took the documents from the university and left for her hometown. There she had an abortion and was treated for a long time ...

And I, it turns out, got off only with a fright. Which I now have, apparently, for the rest of my life. When I see a man of Caucasian appearance, I start to beat. It especially hurts at the sight of Chechens - I can distinguish them from other Caucasians, as they say, with the naked eye. But it would be better - armed ... "

Probably, this letter could not be commented on, but after the ellipsis, I want to put an end to it. Although I'm not sure if it will work.

Has the situation changed since the time referred to in the letter? Don't know. There is evidence that "hot Chechen guys" are still not averse to "profit" from Russian girls. Moreover, now they have an excuse: they say, if Russian men are at war with us, we have the right to treat their women the way they treated the women of enemies in the days of the barbarians - as disenfranchised prey.

And here the question is this: will people who believe that everyone is obliged to them and everyone is to blame for them stop raping our women if this war suddenly ends? Or will they continue to do this with great passion, and we will remain silent so as not to offend their "national feelings"?

The exact number of prisoners of war captured by militants during both Chechen campaigns, perhaps, no one will name now - according to the joint grouping of federal forces, there were up to 2 thousand people captured, missing and deserters during these two wars. Human rights organizations cite other figures, upwards.

Why were they captured

The usual perception of prisoners in a war situation as deprived of the opportunity to resist (wounded, surrounded by superior enemy forces), in relation to the Chechen campaigns, is false. In most cases, our servicemen were captured due to imprudence and inexperience: they went “on their own”, for vodka or drugs, or lost their vigilance for another reason.

Boys often fought in the First Chechen War, having no idea where they ended up, not knowing the mentality of bandits and their accomplices. They were unprepared for the many-sided danger that lay in wait for them at every corner. Not to mention the lack of combat experience - both in mountainous areas and in urban areas. Many times in Chechnya, fighters were captured precisely because of their unpreparedness for a clash in a particular situation.

Why were prisoners needed?

In practical terms, they were used for two purposes: ransom or exchange. For ransom, they were often purposefully captured - they caught or lured gaping soldiers - at checkpoints, in the dispositions of troops ... Information about who and how much can pay for whom was quickly found out - Chechen diasporas are in any large Russian city. As a rule, they demanded about 2 million non-denominated rubles per head (data from 1995).

The prisoners were resold to other gangs or to Chechens whose relatives were under investigation or in custody. It was a very common and highly profitable business - the relatives of the captives sold their apartments and cars, in general, everything that was of value in order to rescue their sons. There were cases when the mothers themselves, who came to Chechnya to save captured children, were also captured.

The commercial component almost always came to the fore - if the militants knew that they could get a good deal from the prisoner's relatives for his rescue, they used it. The prisoners could be exchanged for the corpses of dead militants, especially if they were field commanders.

They say that during the First Chechen War, it happened that the command of the Russian armed forces gave the militants an ultimatum: do not release the prisoners, we will wipe the village into dust. And this threat worked - the captured servicemen were released.

Calls for surrender

The history of the Chechen war is a terrible mixture of various components and fatal circumstances. And one of the main ones was betrayal - first of all, the military personnel themselves, often thoughtlessly sent to the slaughter. Representatives of many organizations acted in Chechnya, each of which pursued its own interests. Captured Russian servicemen more than once became a bargaining chip in this game.

During the New Year's storming of Grozny (1994-1995), Sergei Kovalev, Commissioner for Human Rights in the Russian Federation, persuaded the fighters to surrender. General G. Troshev and deputy battalion commander of the 131st motorized rifle brigade Alexander Petrenko later noted in their memoirs what “guaranteed” “benefits” went to the prisoners in this battle - the prisoners were brutally tortured and killed.

Torture and torment

In most cases, according to the recollections of the surviving captives, they were treated worse than the most negligent peasant with his cattle - they were fed horribly, constantly mocked and beaten. Executions of prisoners in such mountain death camps were commonplace. Many died of hunger and torment. A large number of videos have been posted on the Internet about what the militants did to captured servicemen. Even a person with a strong psyche will not be able to watch all this without a shudder.

At the same time, one must pay tribute to the Russian captives, who in their absolute majority did not flinch in front of the menacing ultimatums of the bandits. There were, of course, traitorous servicemen who, out of animal fear, cooperated with the "separatists", but only a few, and their names are most often known.

And very many captured soldiers and officers were martyred (most often they were not just killed, but brutally tortured beforehand) - because they refused to change their religion, go to the service of militants. They knew what awaited them, but they did not bow their heads before the brutal creatures.

What did they do with Chechen snipers (women) in the war.
As you know, in the first and second Chechen companies, mostly mercenaries took part, but sometimes there were female mercenaries who fought exclusively by killing with sniper rifles. And when they caught the so-called snipers, they did this to them, it was a war and cruel.
For example:
"Typhoon" special forces, said that in the well in the courtyard of the headquarters, especially militant staff colonels drowned a sniper.
The Marines chopped them up with sapper shovels. Here is a video where the Marine says:

Wolves in white pantyhose. Seventeen-year-old biathlete Lolita.

I will kill you slowly because I love you. I'll shoot you in the leg first, I promise to aim for the kneecap. Then a hand. Then eggs. Don't be afraid, I'm a candidate for master of sports. I will not miss, - the voice of the sniper Masha sounded clearly on the radio, as if she was lying somewhere very close, and not hiding hundreds of meters from here.

A seventeen-year-old biathlete who arrived in Chechnya for

earnings from a small Ural town. She had to shoot at her own. However, she didn't care who she aimed at. They just paid better on the other side. The contract soldier with whom she chatted on the radio every night out of boredom had already become accustomed to the caustic notes in her voice. Like the whistle of bullets from her rifle. How to "cargo 200". She didn't have time to kill anyone. And she didn't earn anything. I came across a stretch that ours put in the mountains. A day later they killed him. Shot in the head, bullet - 7.62. Sniper.
"White Pantyhose" - ruthless ghosts, hitting right on target. They are hated. They are afraid. They are being hunted. Only those who kill them know their faces.
Caught alive, these women perceive shooting on the spot, a bullet in the forehead, instant death as the greatest mercy. After them there is nothing left, not even a real name. Only legends and curses.

The True Story of Lolita

A terry pink dressing gown is tightly tightened at the waist, a transparent white scarf is on her head. She either fiddles with him in her hands, then brushes away a tear with him. Dyed blond hair, gold teeth, faded gray-green eyes and white, almost matte skin, it doesn’t seem to be ugly, but it will pass and you won’t notice.
Every evening, when dozens of convicts gather in front of the TV after work in the sewing shop to watch the evening news, she hides in the farthest corner of the cell. "Well, he did the right thing, that he killed. So she, bitch, should be!" the women shout excitedly when they see the trial of Colonel Budanov on the screen. "Yes, crush them, bastards! Wet in the toilet!" - the president's favorite quote is heard from everywhere.
- In the zone, no one knows that she was a sniper in Chechnya and shot at Russian soldiers. And in her criminal case there is not a word about this, - they immediately warned me in one of the women's colonies in the Krasnodar Territory. She doesn't shy away from anyone, but she doesn't make friends with anyone either. If you write her real name, she will be killed immediately.
It was about Lena that a terribly romantic story went around Chechnya during the first war. For her extraordinary beauty, youth and ability to shoot accurately, the militants called her Lolita. In the detachment of Shamil Basayev, she appeared in 1995. She came from her native Ukraine to earn ... for her wedding and a dowry. However, she quickly forgot her fiancé, because she fell in love with a real "wolf", field commander Sulima Yamadayev. Under the roar of battle and the whistle of bullets, their happiness did not last long - the "wolf" was killed, much later Aslan Maskhadov posthumously awarded him the rank of brigadier general, and the inconsolable "wolf" began to take revenge. Moreover, it was aimed at our fighters at the "causal place", below the waist. So, at least, the legend went.
“I don’t know anything about Lolita and “white tights,” Lena rolls her eyes theatrically and immediately brings her handkerchief to them. - And I got to Chechnya long before the war, in the very beginning of the 90s. She lived with her parents and little brother in Konstantinovka, Donetsk region, studied well. Mom worked then as a warehouse manager, and my father also did not sit without work. True, often applied to the bottle. After the 8th grade, together with Marinka, my school friend, we went to Nikolaev to study as a cook. For the spring holidays, Marinka offered to go to Chechnya, to trade in clothes. We got to Prokhladny by train, from there we got to Grozny by bus. On the train, our birth certificates were taken away from us, and I wasn’t even 16 then. They locked me up for four days in some apartment, they said that we wouldn’t work the road with just clothes. We worked out ... They would take them out to the field, then into the mountains - who shoots, who else does what - they amused themselves as they wanted. My girlfriend periodically disappeared somewhere, and I was sold to a new tormentor. I can’t remember all this ... - and she cries. “My torment ended only when Musa heard about me and saved me. He didn't know anything about my past. For some reason I believed him.

From the dossier "MK".

Musa Charaev, field commander. An active participant in the hostilities of 1994-1996, together with his detachment, "lit up" in many bloody skirmishes. A friend of Basayev, who often visited his house. And if Charaev before the war was a simple rural tractor driver who earned money by selling wine brought from the Kalinin winery, then after that he was the owner of a decent "piece" of the Baku-Novorossiysk oil pipe, generously presented to him by the President of Ichkeria Aslan Maskhadov.
As investigators were assured by numerous witnesses, during the first Chechen campaign, Lena walked with her head held high and a sniper rifle at the ready. The only documentary evidence has been preserved of that combat period of her life, which she does not want to talk about in any way. A red book with a photograph and her real name. Next to Basayev's signature is a modest position - a nurse. During the investigation and trial, Lena did not hide the fact that in March 1995 she joined a detachment in Argun, field commander Abdul Khadzhiev-Aslambek. Although she was listed there only as a nurse, in fact she did everything that they would say: she washed, cooked, and sometimes, out of old memory, appeased the bearded freedom fighters. However, she did not stay long in Abdul's detachment.

"If only you were alive"

The end of the 95th. Bloody raid of Salman Raduev's gang on Kizlyar and Pervomaiskoye. For two weeks the whole country did not leave the television screens, watching the development of dramatic events. Capturing the helipad. Shooting people. A swift "visit" to the hospital, which almost ended with a repetition of Budyonnovsk. Solemn departure to Pervomaiskoye in a convoy of buses along with the captured hostages. And, finally, the mysterious disappearance from the village, which was practically demolished by artillery from the face of the earth and surrounded by Russian troops in a triple ring. Among several women who participated in that famous Radevsky campaign was Lena.
This fact became known only after the arrest of Salman Raduev himself. An interesting document was found in his archives, in which he asked the head of the Oktyabrsky district of Grozny to allocate a two-room apartment for Elena P. "as an active participant in the hostilities in Kizlyar and Pervomaisky." She got an apartment. Then she met Musa Charaev. "Wolf" and "she-wolf" fell in love with each other - and this was true in the legend about Lolita.
“There was a war,” Lena continues. - Musa and his guys hid in the mountains, and rarely came to Ishcherskaya (a large border junction station, where militants sometimes lay in bed after being wounded. - E.M.). I spoke Chechen very well. My mother-in-law immediately somehow accepted me and even fell in love - she became like a mother. She prayed all the time. Looking at her, I also converted to Islam. And soon a mullah married Musa and me.
Having arranged her personal life, Lena finally called her parents in Konstantinovka. Her mother, who had known nothing at all about her for several years, fainted when she heard her voice. "If only you were alive," she said, and burst into tears. After this call, she began to drink with her father. And six months later, in the summer of 1996, the whole family was poisoned by mushrooms bought at the market. Father and brother were pumped out by doctors. Lena saw her mother already in the coffin. As an active militant and the wife of a field commander, Lolita got into all operational reports. And she immediately received new documents. "To pull less," explains Lena. According to them, she came home for the funeral. After the war, a son was born in the fighting family of the Charaevs. Musa still did not part with the machine gun and his fighters, guarding the piece of the oil pipeline entrusted to him. Lena was given a solid position in customs. “I cleared goods through customs, processed papers, took money to Grozny. Nothing special,” Lena is obviously modest, because the treasury will not be trusted to just anyone. But Lena was valued not for this - she checked freight and passenger trains, looking for "FSB agents" in them. If a person seemed suspicious to her, he was removed from the train and taken away in an unknown direction. "She-wolf", - peaceful villagers were afraid of her. "Our she-wolf! The commander was lucky," the former militants approved. In March 1999, Musa was killed. He was found in his own car, not far from the "pipe", with the same machine gun in his hands and two dozen bullets in his back and neck. He never found out that Lena was pregnant again - she wanted to please him the next day.
By order No. 101 of the President of the CRI, Maskhadov, Charaev was posthumously awarded the rank of brigadier general and renamed his native village of Severnaya in the Naur region - the very one where he plowed the land for so long - into Musa-yurt. It turns out that the legend did not lie again.

Fake calculation

Baltic women, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Siberians, Urals, Leningraders, Muscovites and, of course, the Chechens themselves—there is no end to the terrible stories about ruthless mercenary snipers who have been roaming the trenches, hospitals and newspaper pages for many years now. True, it is worth noting that the militants themselves are afraid of some fantastic Ossetian women who terribly hate them, allegedly fighting on the Russian side. The most persistent myth about "white tights" is that most of them are biathletes, and from the Baltics. If we put together all the stories about blond beauties who speak Russian with a pleasant light accent and shoot at our soldiers, it turns out that not a single athlete who has ever held a weapon in her hands has long been left there - or has already been killed, or still fighting. However, in the first Chechen war, our law enforcement agencies still tried to check one chilling story about a Baltic sniper dropped by wounded paratroopers from a helicopter with a grenade into her vagina. officers. Maybe some girl fell, reaching for a cigarette, from a Russian "turntable", only the corpse was never found. As they did not find any traces of a biathlete by the name of Trankautene in the Baltic republics ... The very name "white tights" came from a white leotard, tight-fitting hips, in which biathletes perform at competitions. Before Chechnya, they flashed in almost all the "hot spots" of the former Soviet Union, from Transnistria to Nagorno-Karabakh. However, then the stories about the mercenaries caused only surprise among the military. And the snipers themselves could be counted on the fingers. Chechnya is another matter. Here is a big war and, accordingly, completely different money. In most cases, the Chechens entered into a contract with the newcomer for a month. According to the captured militants, before the crisis, snipers were paid up to 10,000 dollars. Sometimes they paid "without exception" from 500 to 800 bucks "unfastened" for a killed officer and 200 for a soldier. However, such fees were more likely to lure new mercenaries than actually pay them - either the dollars turn out to be fake, or the field commander will consider that the lady wants too much and it’s cheaper to just kill her. But all the same: in half a year in Chechnya - unless, of course, the feds caught it or sewed their own militants - one could earn for the rest of his life. "Fatima - 170 thousand rubles, Oksana - 150 thousand, Lena - 30 (for two killed scouts)" - this "pay slip" was found in the pocket of a killed sniper near the village of Bechik.

sniper war

It's only in cheap movies that the sniper works alone. In the worst case, he has one assistant - and he will provide cover and count the dead. In the best and most common in Chechnya - "an ambush hunter" (translated from English. - E.M.), a couple of submachine gunners, a machine gunner, grenade launchers and an ammunition carrier cover. By the way, the role of the last member of such a mobile group is generally difficult to overestimate - thanks to him, the militants can "peel" for two hours without a break. "It's better to undereat than not sleep" and "you need to shoot like a waltz: one-two-three - and change position, sitting still is not recommended" - the "golden rules" of every sniper who knows both on that and on that side . Before "lighting up", a good "hunter" prepares 5-8 positions in advance and only then opens fire. "Find and neutralize" an enemy sniper, signalman and senior officers - the combat mission has not changed since the middle of the 18th century, when the first mention of "skirmishers" appeared in archival documents. According to the number of wounds to the head and chest, military doctors dubbed the current war in Chechnya a sniper one. But it begins only when the troops are engaged in positional battles. - Previously, snipers were looked for among professional shooters. It was believed that marksmanship in such work is the most important thing. But lately, especially after Chechnya, we have become convinced that strong nerves and the ability to hide well are still more important, - Colonel Alexander Abin, author of the book "Tactics of using snipers in the city", immediately classified by the FSB, a teacher at the department of tactical and special training, is sure St. Petersburg University of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation. - A real sniper works primarily with his head - he knows engineering, topography, and medicine. There are few such professionals, and they improve all their lives. Aleksey, a sniper from the elite St. Petersburg special forces, is one of them. "The most self-possessed and calm person, he never conflicts with anyone," they say about him in the detachment.
- To aim, I need 2-3 seconds, a maximum of 10, - says Alexey. “I only worry when I can't see the target. As soon as she is in front of my eyes, I instantly calm down and pull the trigger. A good shot comes between heartbeats, and in women, the heart rate is less frequent. They are lighter, so they shoot better. By and large, biathletes need to be taught only tactics, technique is already disappearing. Athletes are hardy, and without it, nowhere in the mountains. Yes, and they are better armed. They also have SV-94 sniper rifles of 12 mm caliber, and "screw cutters", and the same our SVDshki (Dragunov sniper rifle, the "workhorse" of Russian snipers. - E.M.), only modernized. In addition, all optics are anti-reflective. For now, we can only dream of such weapons.

A lieutenant colonel and an ensign tell how they captured a Lithuanian sniper. How she asked not to kill her. She allegedly has two children.

They are among us

Everything I write is true. I want us not to forget these deeds. These are three stories about three hells on earth, on our earth. And told to me by people who have been there. GPAP 1 bus station, former closed torture prison. There were no people in this prison, animals worked there. Guys and girls, not just killed. And how painful it can be. A horizontal bar is a device on which people were suspended in various poses. Over time, the bones came out of the joints. Fly agaric, a soldering iron burned out the oral cavity. Rose, the tube is inserted into the (*sensored*) passage, then the barbed wire is inserted through the tube into the rectum. The tube is pulled out and the wire remains. The wire is then pulled out. The famous cross There, in one of the halls, hung a cross welded from rails. Prisoners were fastened to the cross with wire and shocked. A wolf grin, teeth were grinded down in the mouth with a large file. A vise clamped the head in a vise, and boiling resin dripped from above. And the famous womb. They dug a meter-high hole, squatted the prisoners in a row and poured concrete up to their necks. As the concrete dries, it compresses and breaks all the bones.

How did the interrogations go? Usually there were favorite options - a vacuum cleaner. A gas mask was put on his head and oxygen was cut off. And the suffocating prisoner began to be kicked. When he lost consciousness, he was injected with chemo, and everything started all over again. This went on for hours. Another option is birch. The prisoner was placed on a chair, having previously tied his hands behind his back. A noose was put on the head, which was tied over the head to the crossbar. They knocked out a chair, and the man suffocated while hanging in the gallows. Having lost consciousness, he was pumped out and hanged again.
There was a wall behind the building, people were shot there. Often they were placed against the wall, and 2-3 times they shot over the top. This is how they joked. Then they killed. Sometimes the chained wounded were given to be torn to pieces by dogs. This is GPAP1. Most of the executioners were narrow-eyed. This is not easy to say. They are the main characters of these stories.
I beg you, do not read these lines. Soak them up like water in your blood. This is not a fable, this is delirium in the night of a madman who has lost his mind. This is the suffering and anguish of those who remained there, and those few who survived. And they want to die rather than live, this stain and pain in the soul has settled in them forever. I want to ask before continuing.
This I would write on every wall of our city. It's a pity that not everyone can understand this. If I write about the Seagull Hotel. In the basement of which 48 people of refugees, littered with stoves, ate each other from hunger. Or about those who, passing by, heard screams from under the ground, and knocks. But he passed by. I am writing this and it will not forget us.

If there are buildings in your area that housed the military. That is empty at the moment. Please post the address. And the approximate location of the building. It's important for me. Tomorrow I will tell the story of other gates of hell in terrible.
My mother's cousin, personally knew the woman who went mad. And from what is in front of her eyes. In the basement of the house in which they were filled up, she had to eat human flesh. And her child died in her arms. After that, she threw herself at the children.

I spent a lot of time looking for people who have seen little of the world. And then, when they were taken out to be tortured. And getting them to tell what they had to go through was extremely difficult. Only one thing helped me, I can’t say that.

The other gate is a boarding school for the deaf and dumb for a minute. From 2000 to 2006, a closed prison (secret). While looking for one missing guy, I was informed that the military had moved out of this building. Now a little about this place. There were several buildings, one with a monkey house for excuses. But the second building and its cellars served as a death machine. The day before us, our memorial defenders arrived there.
Nah ets khumsh. They found documents and photographs of the prisoners in one of the offices. And how miserable cowards allowed the structures to seize them from themselves. Monkeys took a picture and went home. We arrived and they didn't let us in. At our own risk, we penetrated from the back side through another military. Part, the government gave a command to the workers who were there. Demolish buildings within a week. We had little time. Among the workers was a guy who helped us. Next, I will tell you what happened there.

I will continue. This place was the house of death, almost 400 people disappeared in it, even more. And its owners were those murderers from GPAP1. This is the Khanty-Mansiysk OMON, who called themselves SOM. Above the entrance to the basement where the prisoners were killed was written in large letters. HELP YOU DIE!
These were the last words that our brothers and sisters read before entering the cave! And on the building one could clearly see the inscription, WE PO..Y YOUR SORRY! There were several cells in the cellars. There was nothing in them, no windows, no light, only dirt, dampness and concrete. Men were kept in the 1st cell, all the walls were written in Arabic, and with names. Girls and women were kept in the second cell. I won't say what was on the walls. But many were written in blood, those who wrote them understood that they would die. I'M ALIVE? Diana. I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING, I DIED HERE Zareta 2001. ALLAH HELP, Malika 16 years old. There is a lot of grief on these walls, and they absorbed a lot of tears and blood. All these inscriptions and words, it's hard for me to speak. The next day when we arrived, someone set fire to the cameras with tires. And soot settled on the walls.

These girls were brutally raped every day. Above almost every bed of the killers, there were photos of these girls in the nude. There were also those who were killed by them as a memory. These photos were found by workers, but immediately burned. They also raped at the cells with men that they heard the screams of their sisters. Whoever tried to help was tortured. There was also a torture chamber right behind the wall from the prisoners. So that they hear the screams and crunch of bones, their brothers and sisters. In this cell, we noticed two thick boards, they were used in this way: a person was laid on one, and the other was covered. And from above they beat with a huge sledgehammer. To burst the insides. The walls in this cell were covered in paint multiple times, as there was blood everywhere. One man survived, they managed to cut off his ear. But even now he does not tell the whole truth, fear overcame him. Some girls were stolen and sold to this place, you bastards. The next day, a man called me there. What I saw shocked me, it was a nightmare.

The next day when we arrived, it turned out that the workers had found secret cameras. They were walled up. There was nothing in one. But there were rings in the walls. And the second passage to the second chamber was broken through before our eyes. We went there. What we saw there, I will remember for the rest of my life. Pregnant women and girls with babies were kept there. 3 iron beds, over each hangs a half-bent sheet of iron. Wired to the ceiling. Children were placed in them. The room is damp and dirty. No windows, no light. In the far corner stood a strange apparatus, and nearby the whole wall was covered in blood. As we found out, they chopped off fingers on it, burned it on a small stove that stood under it. and rubbed their hands against the wall. And this is all in the room where the girls with babies were kept. Most likely these children were born there. Neither they nor their mothers survived.

And the third place of death! It still functions today. From 2000 to today! If we combine the torture of GPAP1. And the cruelty of SOMA. There will not be even 10 percent of what is happening there. Even our president and any authority of our land are not allowed into this place. Only direct subordination to the Kremlin. Nobody returned from there. About small attacks. Secret base. Passing this place at night was a risk to the life of any driver. If they stop, I might not reach the house. One Nokhchi worked there, he told about this place before his death. Behind this part of the field, cells meter by meter are dug into the ground. In every cage there is a naked prisoner, in the open air. He is there almost always, he cannot lie down, stand up, sit down. All twisted up in a cage. This guy said that there were girls and boys, and very young ones. And there is not a single normal one, all who have lost their minds bark and howl at night. Overgrown, dirty, wild. This place is still there. And it instills fear in everyone, with its silence and stillness. For 200 meters people drink tea and relax. And there someone dies of suffering, even though they want to live this tea.

Revelations of the Russian occupier about the atrocities in Chechnya.
Both during the first and during the second war in Chechnya, I myself saw many deaths, I saw killed people. I saw many wounded and crippled children and adults. I saw grief, blood and tears.

And at that time, and now I heard a lot of stories about the atrocities perpetrated by the Russian military against civilians. Moreover, it is noteworthy that most of these crimes were committed by the so-called “contract soldiers”.

That is, military personnel who serve under the contract. Not 18-20-year-old youths, but rather adult men. Residents of Chechnya usually call them mercenaries. And this definition, in my opinion, fits them best. After all, these people go to war, they go to kill others for money. They want to build their happiness on the grief, blood and misfortune of others. Even the soldiers themselves, those who are called up for compulsory military service, as I understand it, do not respect and even hate such people.

During one of my trips to a conference in Moscow last summer, I met a former Russian soldier who served in Chechnya in 1999-2000. We were in the same compartment, got to know each other, talked, had lunch together. He drank a little, and somehow casually told me a story that shocked me to the core. I did not ask him to tell me about it, but for some reason he was drawn to revelations.

According to this former serviceman, let's call him Vladimir, it was in the winter of 2000, or rather at the end of January. The unit in which he served was sent for a “cleansing operation” in the area of ​​the village of Beryozka, which is located along the Staropromyslovsky highway in the city of Grozny. Among them were many contract soldiers, whom the conscripts called "double basses". And all of them, according to Vladimir, were almost always in a state of intoxication.

At that time, there were very few people in Grozny, because fierce battles for the city were still going on, and everyone who could, fled from there, leaving their homes and all their property.

In one of the houses, according to Vladimir, the servicemen stumbled upon a family of seven. Adult men and women, as well as young men and two young children, were immediately shot by the soldiers. Only a girl, 13-14 years old, was left alive, the only daughter of the murdered owners of the house.

The house was looted, as well as all the nearby households, abandoned by the owners, and then set on fire. The soldiers threw the girl into an armored personnel carrier and brought her to the place of their deployment, near the village of Zagryazhsky in the Staropromyslovsky district.

Vladimir said that for almost a week, the girl was raped by the officers of this unit. This happened every night, and often during the day. Having mocked the child enough, the commanders then handed her over to contract soldiers to be torn to pieces.

What these monsters did to her is indescribable. She was beaten and raped for several hours every day. And not only one by one, but also in groups of several people. The girl often lost consciousness, and she was brought to her senses by pouring cold water over her.

After several days of continuous bullying, she was practically half dead. The girl could die at any moment, and then they decided to use her, as one of the contractors said, “to use it for the last time for the benefit of the cause.”

As Vladimir said, a half-dead, naked child was hung up by the arms in one of the basements so that her legs barely touched the floor. Then a young guy who had been detained earlier was brought there. For several days, the unfortunate man was severely beaten and tortured, demanding to know where the weapons were hidden and to indicate the whereabouts of the militants. But he was stubbornly silent, despite the savage torture that was applied to him by brutal contract soldiers.

They burned his body with red-hot iron, stabbed and cut him with knives, beat him with clubs and heavy army boots, but the young man constantly insisted that he knew nothing and no one, since he had recently returned from Russia. Vladimir knew that neither this tiny girl nor the detained guy had any chance to get out of there alive.

According to the soldier, it was he who was ordered to bring the detainee to the premises where a group of contractors gathered and the girl was. On the way, he whispered to the detainee not to slander himself and warned that in any case he would not be released. The young man, barely standing on his feet, was taken into the room and placed in front of the crucified girl.

The contractors again demanded from him to tell where he had hidden the weapon, saying that otherwise they would "tackle" the girl. He continued to be silent. Then one of the contractors approached the hanging girl and cut off her chest with a knife. She screamed wildly in pain, and the young man literally died, and tried to turn away from this terrible sight.

But they began to beat him severely, demanding that he watch how the girl was dying “through his fault”. Then the same contractor cut off the child's second breast, and she lost consciousness. The guy began to ask the contractors to stop this fanaticism, and said that he accidentally saw how one of the local residents hid a machine gun in a drainpipe, and named the place. This terribly amused the contractors.

Saying, “well, now we don’t need either her or you,” they began to finish off the already half-dead girl. First, her legs were cut off with an ax for chopping meat, then her hands were cut off, and when the bloodied stump fell to the floor, her head was cut off.

Pieces of the body were thrown into a huge bag, after which the detainee was taken outside. They took him to a wasteland, tied him to a box of TNT, placed the remains of the girl on top and blew them both up. A dead child and a young man still alive.

Vladimir himself wept when he told me this. He said that the “double basses” constantly mocked people, killed everyone without any pity, regardless of gender, age and even nationality. That even conscripts often became targets for mockery by contractors. Vladimir got off the train somewhere in Voronezh. I never met him again. True, he left me his phone number and took mine, but we never called each other. And why?

The story told by this former soldier of the Russian army is probably the most terrible thing I have heard in all these years. Although I repeat once again, I have heard and seen a lot. Unfortunately, I do not know either the names or surnames of this girl and guy.

Probably, their relatives, if not close, then distant, are still searching, hoping that perhaps someday they will return home, and do not even imagine how painful and terrible their death was. They don't even have graves. They were simply blown to pieces by the explosion and that's it. And this was done by the military, who came here to “liberate” us from “international terrorists”.

I read somewhere this expression: "Who killed - will be killed, who killed by order - will be killed, who gave the order to kill - will be killed." And I very much hope that the fiends in military uniform, who brutally dealt with unarmed people, women, children, the elderly, will sooner or later be duly punished. And if not in this world, then at least in that world they will answer to the Almighty for their deeds.

Aslanbek Apaev

Aldy village. March 2000
Finding no protection in the Russian courts, the victims of the armed conflict in the North Caucasus appeal to the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. By November 2000, the court accepted for consideration and registered 16 complaints prepared with the assistance of the Memorial Human Rights Center; six of them are already under consideration in court.

Since the spring of 2000, the Memorial Human Rights Center has been assisting victims of the armed conflict in Chechnya in filing complaints with the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. Six complaints began in the summer, all related to killings or attempted killings of civilians. They are united in three cases, in three episodes.

1. Bombardment of a column of refugees on the Rostov-Baku highway on October 29, 1999. The exit of refugees from Chechnya to Ingushetia was blocked by federal troops on October 23. On 29, according to the statements of the federal command, the opening of the Kavkaz-1 checkpoint was scheduled. On this day, on the highway, a column of people and cars waiting for a pass stretched for 15 kilometers. It was announced that the checkpoint would not be opened, but when the vehicles with refugees moved deep into Chechnya, they were attacked from the air by Russian attack aircraft. Among the destroyed cars, two belonged to the Red Cross, several dozen people died.

2. Murders of residents of the Staropromyslovsky district of Grozny during its “cleansing” in January 2000. Bombing and shelling of the city began in September 1999, it was blocked by federal forces in early December. Safe corridors for leaving Grozny were not provided, and tens of thousands of people did not dare to leave it under shelling. The Staropromyslovsky district, stretching along the highway for tens of kilometers, was the first to be taken under control by Russian military personnel. During several weeks of January, dozens of residents who remained in their homes were killed by the military there.

Several people survived after the execution and were able to tell about what happened.

3. The death of residents of the village of Katyr-Yurt February 4, 2000 In late January - early February 2000, the federal command carried out a "special operation", luring the Chechen detachments defending Grozny out of the city onto the plain.

Detachments of militants were deliberately allowed into the villages, previously declared by the federal side as "security zones", after which their destruction began with the use of aviation and artillery. "Corridors" for the exit of civilians from the villages were not organized, as a result, more than one and a half hundred people died in the village of Katyr-Yurt.

These cases have undergone preliminary consideration, and relevant requests have been sent to the Russian government. The Russian side has provided its explanations on these requests, and the cases are to be considered on the merits. The armed conflict in Chechnya has been going on for more than a year. During this time, thousands of civilians of different nationalities died during the bombing, shelling and "cleansing", were illegally detained, beaten, tortured in the "filtration" system. According to the official statement of the Special Representative of the President of the Russian Federation for the observance of human and civil rights in the Chechen Republic, more than four thousand people turned to him with complaints about serious crimes against the person committed by employees of the Russian law enforcement agencies, for which criminal cases were to be initiated. Meanwhile, to date, the Russian prosecutor's office has initiated less than twenty such cases against military personnel and employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In addition, there are no courts in Chechnya to which citizens could apply with their complaints.

Meanwhile, since 1996, after Russia joined the Council of Europe, its citizens can apply to the Strasbourg Court of Human Rights. Human rights are not an internal affair of states. In addition, when joining the Council of Europe, Russia voluntarily gave up part of its sovereignty, recognizing the jurisdiction of the Strasbourg Court.

But it is common knowledge that for such an appeal it is necessary to exhaust all national remedies - from the district to the supreme court.

However, if national remedies are not available or are ineffective, the complaint may be taken directly. The precedent for such treatment was given in the cases of Turkish Kurds. The Human Rights Center "Memorial" intends to further assist the victims of armed conflicts in the judicial protection of their legal rights.

STATEMENT OF THE HUMAN RIGHTS CENTER "MEMORIAL"
On October 12, 2000, in Grozny, as a result of a car explosion near the building of the Oktyabrsky District Department of the Interior, seventeen people were killed and sixteen were injured. Many of the dead and wounded are civilians in Grozny, who came to the internal affairs bodies to issue passports or for other everyday reasons. From the very beginning of the current armed conflict on the territory of the Chechen Republic, civilians have been suffering from both warring parties, which in their actions do not want to take into account the security of civilians. Both international organizations (such as the UN, OSCE, Council of Europe) and most non-governmental human rights organizations, quite rightly holding the federal side responsible for the mass death civilian population in Chechnya, there have always been talks about violations of humanitarian law by Chechen armed groups. At the beginning of the war, when large-scale hostilities were underway, Chechen armed detachments opposing federal forces often located their positions near civilian objects and within settlements. This created an obvious threat to the lives of civilians. When Russian troops occupied the settlements of Chechnya and a guerrilla war began, civilians began to die from fire during attacks on checkpoints and places of deployment of federal forces, during mine explosions on the roads. However, the terrorist act committed on October 12 cannot be considered among other episodes of the guerrilla war. The place and time of this explosion deliberately endangered civilians. One of two things: either its organizers are completely indifferent to the lives of civilians, or in this way they deliberately intimidate everyone who comes into any contact with federal structures. In both cases, the organizers and perpetrators of the explosion are cynical criminals. History shows that partisan movements often turn to indiscriminate terror and outright banditry. If the armed formations opposing the federal forces in Chechnya have chosen this path, then their moral defeat is obvious.

Memorial: "humanitarian corridor" with mass graves.
The human rights community Memorial now on July 3 circulated the results of an investigation conducted by community workers in Chechnya in 2000 into the execution of a column of refugees inside a humanitarian corridor. As REGNUM reported earlier, Nurdi Nukhadzhiev, a lawyer for the President of Chechnya on human rights, informed about the discovery of 2 mass graves in Chechnya. In the first of them, about 800 bodies are supposedly buried, in the second - about 30. Below is the story of the appearance of the second burial, compiled by the Memorial community based on the testimony of witnesses. On October 29, 1999, a convoy of cars with refugees left the town of Argun in a northerly direction. People wanted to leave the areas where battles could soon unfold, and which by this time had already been subjected to periodic bombing and missile attacks. Over the past weeks, Russian troops, having taken control of the northern - Nadterechny, Naursky and Shchelkovo - regions of Chechnya, slowly moved south to Surovoy. On October 26, Russian money of mass information spread the message that from October 29 “humanitarian corridors” would be opened for the departure of civilians from Chechnya either to Ingushetia or to the northern regions of the Chechen Republic.

It seemed to almost all the refugees that it was most desirable to taxi to the northern regions, already occupied by Russian troops. On October 29, at about 9 am, the column of refugees passed through the village of Petropavlovskoye and set off along the highway towards the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya, adjacent to the regional center - the large village of Tolstoy-Yurt. On the outskirts of these 2 populated points, positions of Russian troops were already located. When the convoy of cars approached Goryacheistochnenskaya, an artillery strike was launched on it without warning. The fire, apparently, was fired from the artillery positions of the federal troops located on the heights near the village of Vinogradovoe, to the northeast of Goryacheistonenskaya. For 4 hours, the combatants did not let the columns of local residents to the place of shelling, who wanted to help people in misfortune. Only later, as far as the head of the administration of the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya could agree with the combatants, a truck with young people from the village of Tolstoy-Yurt left to help the victims, who were able to take out the wounded and part of the bodies of the dead. However, a group of 5 frightened kids, driven by a seventeen-year-old man, for another 5 days, without a havka and warm clothes, she hid from shelling in the mounds.

Only on November 3 did they get to the village of Goryacheistochnenskaya, where they were given first aid. As a result of the shelling, at least 20 3 refugees died, seven more people later died from wounds in the clinic. Among the dead were at least 5 babies. Several 10 people were injured. It is likely that the dead were larger. Definitely to establish their number is not certain. Some of the dead were buried by local residents in the cemetery of the village of Tolstoy-Yurt, some of the bodies were taken by relatives for burial in other populated areas of Chechnya.

Those organisms that could not be removed from the crash site immediately were buried by combatants along with separated cars. June 2 and 3, 2000 only.

Human rights violations in Chechnya by the Russian military
Violations of human rights in Chechnya by the Russian military - murders, abductions, beatings and torture of the population of Chechnya by Russian security forces. Some of the crimes committed by the federal troops were investigated by the European Court of Human Rights, after which Russia paid large compensations to the victims. The majority of human rights violations in Russian courts have not been considered or the defendants have been given lenient sentences.

In January 2000, in the Staropromyslovsky district of Chechnya, the Russian military attacked civilians for profit: they shot women to make it easier to remove their earrings, and people with Slavic appearance were also shot.

There is information that in the spring or summer of 2000, representatives of Russian law enforcement agencies executed an unknown number of captured militants. We are talking about a small group that participated in the battle with the sergeant of the Kursk OMON Andrei Khmelevsky (posthumously awarded the title of Hero of Russia). According to one of the Kursk riot police, “Soon this gang was caught. Too bad we didn't have time to ask. The brothers detained them. They identified the identities and immediately destroyed everyone. ”

Massacre in Novye Aldy

On February 5, 2000, 56 civilians were shot by the Russian military in the village of Novye Aldy and adjacent areas of the city of Grozny. Most of the inhabitants killed by the punishers were Chechens, and some of them were Russians. The Russian side did not admit its guilt in what happened, but did not deny that on that day in Novye Aldy, the St. Petersburg OMON carried out a “special operation.” Nevertheless, Russia lost all processes in this case before the European Court of Human Rights. The Russian riot police acted with extreme cruelty, shooting children, women and the elderly, and then burning people still alive with a flamethrower. Witnesses also reported rapes of civilians and beheadings (49-year-old Sultan Temirov, according to witnesses, had his head cut off alive and his body thrown to dogs). OMON first demanded gold and money from the residents, then the residents were shot, and the Russian military pulled out gold teeth from some corpses.

On March 2, 2002, four young Chechens were killed. According to human rights activist Libkhan Bazaeva, the young people were building a greenhouse when soldiers approached them and took them away to check their documents. Two days later, Russian channels announced a shootout between these people and soldiers, as a result of which the terrorists were allegedly killed. The bodies of the killed guys were stabbed with a knife, their hands were tied behind their backs, one had a badly damaged ear. Bazaeva claims that “This crime will go unpunished, no one will look for the guilty Russian soldiers. Such crimes are in the order of things. The corruption in the army has reached its limit, the trade in corpses, rapes are becoming more and more frequent, and the rapes of men - the "new practice" - are occurring in abundance. “The military tell us bluntly that they will kill all our husbands and make us their wives so that we will give birth to Russian children.”

On January 13, 2005, federal forces in the village of Zumsoy, Itum-Kalinsky District, carried out a cleansing operation: they robbed local residents and carried out pogroms. After the cleansing was completed, four local residents were loaded onto helicopters: Vakha and Atabi Mukhaev (16-year-old), father and son, as well as Shakhran Nasipov and Magomed-Emin Ibishev. After that, no one saw them. The military claimed that all four went to the mountains to fight against the bandits, although it was the Russian military who took them away that day. Then, in the same winter, federal troops once again came to the village: they destroyed the school, desecrated the mosque, slaughtered the cattle, saying that they would not let people live there, otherwise militants might be hiding there. On July 4, the head of the village administration, Abdul-Azim Yangulbaev, was shot by masked men who spoke fluent Russian in front of witnesses. He demanded that the authorities return the stolen civilians. The surviving Mehdi and Salakh Mukhtaevs sent a complaint to the Strasbourg court, and in the fall, an official request from Strasbourg came to the Russian government. On the night of December 29-30, they also came for Mekhti Mukhtaev: in his underwear and barefoot, he was taken away by people in camouflage uniforms and masks who spoke Chechen in SIZO No. 1 in the city of Grozny. He was tortured for several weeks, threatened with the death of his relatives. Then, according to the testimony of a badly beaten prisoner, who, when giving evidence, could not even stand on his feet, he was accused of banditry. Later, your testifier against him admitted that he was forced to give false testimony under torture. According to Anna Politkovskaya, who investigated the case, the investigators wanted to prove to Strasbourg that the applicant was a separatist, and that is why he went to court with a complaint against the Russian authorities.

Abductions and torture by Kadyrov's close associates

Human Rights Watch stated in 2005 that the "vast majority" of abductions over two recent years committed by Kadyrov's people. According to Ayut Titiev, a representative of "Memorial" in Gudermes, Kadyrov himself tortured one of his opponents with a blowtorch, another person was hung up for 36 hours and beaten with iron rods. To intimidate the inhabitants of the village of Tsotsin-Yurt, Kadyrov ordered the severed head of one of the rebels to be impaled.

Trials against Russia and the Russian military

In most cases, cases against the Russian military were either not considered by Russian courts or very light sentences were handed down. As noted in May 2008 by the Commissioner for Human Rights in the Chechen Republic N. Nukhazhiev, “1873 criminal cases initiated on the facts of kidnapping remain unsolved and suspended for failure to identify the persons involved in the crimes. All these criminal cases are being processed by the territorial civil prosecutor's offices, and given that the suspects in their commission are military personnel, all these cases are practically doomed to be suspended.

However, a number of processes caused a serious public outcry. Many residents of Chechnya were eventually forced to apply to the European Court of Human Rights.

* One of the most high-profile cases was the case of Budanov. This case was accompanied by strong pressure from the military. As a result, Budanov was charged with the murder of a young woman (rape was not taken into account by the court). After Budanov was convicted, he was amnestied, but after the indignation of the human rights community and a number of politicians, the criminal was again forced to return to prison.

* Another high-profile trial against the Russian military was the trial of Arakcheev and Khudyakov. Arakcheev was suspected of killing 3 workers in Chechnya. As a result, both suspects were released on bail.

* Another well-known case was the Ulman case. Ulman was found guilty of murder, abuse of power and deliberate destruction of property and sentenced to 14 years in prison to be served in a strict regime colony. Lieutenant Alexander Kalagansky was sentenced to 11 years, and warrant officer Vladimir Voevodin was sentenced to 12 years.

* An officer of the Nizhnevartovsk police department, Sergey Lapin, was sentenced to 11 years in prison in 2005 on charges of intentionally causing grievous bodily harm under aggravating circumstances, abuse of power under aggravating circumstances, and official forgery (in connection with the disappearance in January 2001 of Zelimkhan Murdalov ). In 2007 his case was sent Supreme Court for a new review.