Academician of prison

On the evening of January 5, 1995, in our "Stolypin car," it was very quiet. The first Chechen war was going on for more than a week. Three days ago, several journalists and refugees went to the town of Goragorsk, where we were arrested, brought to Mozdok and placed in a filter.

During this time, we managed to lose the score of days and nights. In the morning and in the evening, people drove the kicks into the toilet, where it was possible to recover and collect water. The rest of the time had to lie in a cage and listen to how people were filtered.

The evening of January 5 was remembered because Ahmed appeared. The "Stolypin" cell in size coincides with the cell of the reserved seat car, only the exit to the corridor is taken away with a continuous grill - it is very reminiscent of the zoo. One of the Vertukhaev in the mask called us - "My animals." In our cell lay 28 people. On the floor and lower shelves, the Caucasian old people, on the spreading average, the largest people, and above the most compact. Ahmed and I lay a walet on the upper shelf for more than a week. And he became a salvation.

Because he was a scientist, candidate of agricultural sciences. Among the fooling investigative disturbance, which to endlessly repeating the same question: “Who supports Dudaev in your village?”, Ahmed told a passionate half -whisper about the laboratory where he brought seeds for Tyumen. He was called for interrogation and beat him, he returned with burning eyes and talked about the percentage of gluten.

Then the journalists were released. Ahmed received two years, served, returned to Grozny. During the reign of Maskhadov, it was stolen by fellow countrymen-Chechens. Two fingers and ear were cut off, released. During the second war, we met: Ahmed worked as a taxi driver, and now I went only with him. At the very end of the war, Ahmed was taken to Chernokozovo, where for some reason they crippled his eyes. They released, and he again drove on his diluted "six" in Chechnya. Once in 2004, on the Argun highway, the road was blocked by the Pazik, from which armed people with black scarves on their faces emerged. These were the Kadyrovites, the special forces of the Deputy Prime Minister of Chechnya Ramzan Kadyrov. They pulled the driver out of the front "Lada" and began to beat. They waved to us lazily - "pass". But we could not get off: Ahmed, a miserable, apologizing smile crawled to Ahmed's white face, and the lips folded into the word "heart". He apologized for his heart, but each of us understood that if we stay, we would pay attention to ourselves, then we are corpses. From the centoro, the personal filtration point of the Deputy Prime Minister, neither me nor Ahmed will be let go. And Ahmed somehow took us out.

After half a kilometer, he stopped, took nitroglycerin, caught his breath. It all ended, in general, normal.

But this is written, in fact, with only one purpose. I personally turn to the vice-president of the Russian Academy of Natural Sciences Alexander Lagutkin, who congratulated Ramzan Kadyrov on his entry into honorary academics. Dear Doctor of Sciences, please come to Grozny and hand over the Academician Medal to my Ahmed. He really needs it. Since he is a real scientist. I know this for sure, because after a meeting with the Kadyrovites we got drunk at his house very much, and Ahmed read my dissertation and cried. I did not understand, but still it was a brilliant dissertation worthy of your silver medal. Give it to him. Why is he worse than Academician Kadyrov?

01/19/2006 The material was published in the newspaper No. 7 dated 01.20.2006.