We continue the publication of the manuscript of one of the convicts in the case of the Tsapkov - Vyacheslav Ryabtsev, which he transferred the editorial office of Novaya Gazeta.

(Continuation. Beginning - in No. 15)

November, 2010 . “A flash of bright light brought me out of the memories, it turned on the daylight in my loner. <...> Telika and the radio is not, boring, but it does not matter. As far as I remember, I am alone. I consult myself, I ask myself, I am sad and rejoice with myself. Yes, everything is somehow not very optimistic, but I have me, but this is a lot, and most importantly, no one will take away. There is something to think about, and there is enough time for this. ”

"The boys have a hand stuffed, and it is stupid to be stupid with my connections"

“2002. I was freed after 6 months of detention in jail. They attracted for hooliganism. The most annoying thing is that in the fight I did not even have time to participate, but nevertheless the investigation decided: guilty <...>. Well, okay - my son was born, so this joy obscured all the unpleasant memories. I decided not to hooligate more, I got a job for my native brother Tsapk Nikolai - Sergey. Of course, I was poorly versed in livestock, but I successfully coped with the post of head of the livestock farm. <...>

Mid -October. I decided to call on the collective farm stall <...>. I see: near the stall there is Mercedes Nikolai - a beautiful car. Nikolai Viktorovich Tsapok, my comrade, the godfather of my son. More recently, I was in his brigade - nothing particularly criminal, as it seemed to me then - mainly a return of debts. Nikolai let me work, so to speak, honestly. And our relationship after that remained normal <...>. He liked the girl in this stall, he sunk on her very much, and often he was there in the evenings. <...>

- Great, bro, where did you go?

- From work, I was going, I saw your car, remembered for the debt, decided to give it up, and even to say hello, we had not seen each other for a long time. <...> - I took out 500 rubles and handed it to him. <...>

At that moment I heard a very loud cotton, one, the second, after the third I did not understand how, but I was on the floor. I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds. <...> I begin to understand: they shot at us. <...> I see with lateral vision: Nikolai stands on his feet, but holds onto his stomach:

- All, Glory, finished off, along the way this is the end.

He left the stall, crouched near the tree <...>. I somehow immediately reconciled, such weakness in my body, warmth in my chest-probably bleeding. I think to myself: that's all. <...> Poor mother, it will go crazy, she was hoping on me in old age, damn it. <...> In general, I was going to die. I hear voices, this ambulance arrived. <...> I was shifted to a stretcher, we are going. <...>

A month later, I discharged from the hospital, lost only a third of the lung, I had to remove it. Nikolai a week after the wound died, without regaining consciousness. His death subsequently turned the lives of many people, including mine, and many lost their lives.

<...> The change that occurred with Sergey after the death of his brother struck me. He, a successful businessman, gathered his brother’s former environment around him and announced to them that he was now instead of him and they should obey him in memory of Kolya. They easily accepted his leadership <...>. I was in an ambiguous position. It seems that I work with Sergey, but I am not with them, I don’t participate in their affairs and I don’t break into their circle. I felt how the atmosphere around me was heating up, and I realized that sooner or later discharge would come. I was waiting for a conversation.

March 2003. I drove up to Pyatak - this is in the center of Kushchevskaya, the place where young people gather. <...> A car stopped nearby.

- Hello, Glory <...>. Sit down, ride, there is a conversation. -I did not like his expression and look, they had something from madness. <...> Sergey carefully looked at me and was in no hurry to start the conversation. <...>

“How are you going to live on, Glory?” He began.

<...> No matter how I foresaw this conversation, after all, I was not ready for him. By tone, he immediately realized that now I would have to determine, with them or against them. The third option, I know, will not be. <...>

“I don’t understand you something.” <...> All the boys have already decided, they are with me. I intend to find who killed my brother and take revenge. The boys are tuned to kill the guilty. I will go to the end, I will find and kill the one who shot and who ordered to shoot him and you. <...> Do you not want to take revenge?

<...> And what should he answer? To say that I can find an arrow, but I do not dream of killing? <...>

“Have you ever killed anyone?” - asked Sergey. - Ah, yes, you are clean with us, I haven’t done this yet.

“No,” I confirmed. <...> He continued.

- In 1999, I and my brother and Bykov were killed in a neighboring village like one, scored him to death, and everything went clean, the cops, of course, pulled us, but did not prove anything. Yes, and a couple of our boys have already participated in Mokrukh. So the boys have a hand, they are seriously configured. It is stupid to be stupid with my money and connections, you should understand it. In this regard, I am insured. So can you have doubts in this situation?

<...> Why does he pour it on me ahead of time, after all, I haven't given the consent yet. To be afraid to say: “No, I'm not with you”? It seems that he was not going to give me a choice. <...>

- You have two options. First: you are with us, you have money, work, everything is fine, but you will not stay clean if I say someone, you will kill without talking. Second: as you already understood, you are smart, I told you for a reason what outsiders should not know - I need you: your head works well. So, the second option, you can now land me and leave, but <...> we do not need extra witnesses. Ah, yes, you can, of course, to step and go to the police. Good luck. Think, I need an answer in a minute.

<...> About the cops he is right, and I can’t dump: cops or FESESBASHNI will find me at his own request. Where to put the family? <...> I see in my eyes: removes, bitch, and will not blink an eye. So, so be it, and then it will be seen. <...>

- Of course, I am with you, I could not say all this to me, not a boy. <...>

Entering home, I did not eat, there was no appetite. He went to his bed, and there his son was sleeping. This is a miracle, not a child, I look at him and forget about everything. <...> Probably, so my mother looked at me when I slept little. He lay down in the bed - what a dream is. <...> It seems that getting out of this story will not work.

Maybe Sergey himself will enter the mind and change the mind. Who could shoot? How to find out for sure? And how to avoid mokrukh? I think the order could be the head of our police department: a very cool man, he has his own gang of cops. Cause? He crushed all farmers and agricultural enterprises under himself, everyone pays tribute to him, this is a fact. The head of the administration broke with him, stood up for farmers. Because of the chapter, he began to have problems in the service. After that, the chapter dies from the killer bullet. Coincidence? <...> And Nikolai also worked tightly with farmers, and then their financial interests were suppressed. Moreover, the finances are considerable. And there was an unspoken war between them for the money. And they have personal hostility to each other.

<...> The news is that the guys, whom I knew for almost 10 years, hands in blood - struck me. Okay, all this is lyrics. Can I do or change something now? No. <...> Can I kill? <...> And if I am sure that if I do not kill me, they will kill me? <...> You can think about it for a long time, but what's the point. <...> "

Transaction with the investigation: it remains to figure out who to give what evidence to sign

“November 2010. Interrogations with Oleg Nikolayevich (according to Ryabtsev, a member of the investigative group . - Ed. ) We went like clockwork, did not have time to sign. Moreover, what I told was not impressed by him, although he listened to me with interest. He wrote anyway what Borodin approved (__ on the words of Ryabtsev, __ Colonel of Justice, investigator. - Ed. ). They also made my testimonies had to redo all the time. All of them could not dock them with the rest, something constantly did not converge. <...> My accomplices seemed to take the same position. And how else? And the traces went crazy with happiness from such customers. It remains for them to understand: what testimony to give. We laughed with Oleg about this, he did not hide:

- Glory, everywhere a mess, and even more so. Everyone wants to be smarter.

<...> What happened, what was not - they don’t care. The main thing is that everyone confessed <...>. I say to Oleg:

- Nikolaevich, if you were tortured like me, now take you there - and you admit everything that I admitted, you will take everything on yourself. <...> Am I wrong?

He wrinkled his nose, apparently, this topic is not pleasant to him. <...>

- Glory, the crimes that occurred in Kushchevka are terrible and terrible, the children and so many people were killed, caused a great resonance in society. These crimes were originally doomed to be disclosed to reassure the public. What methods - it does not bother anyone. <...> You yourself do not deny that not all lies, what are we writing here?

- I do not deny, of course.

“Well, otherwise you were just unlucky.” <...> In your position, it is better to conclude a pre -trial agreement and not get a life sentence. <...> I think that there will be problems from our writings at the trial: we’ll get something about something. <...> But, given the resonance, they will be sold in court. No one will believe you that you were tortured here and forced the testimony, and for the sentence there are enough of your initial testimonies, even if you later refuse them. The jury will show terrible photos <...>. A simple layman will not delve into different inconsistencies <...>.

In the meantime, I put the last signature under the protocol. <...>

At one in the morning I woke me up: "Dress me!" This is the number, <...> it seems that I already sign everything. No, they brought me to the investigation room. Borodin walked around the cabinet as a commander. A wide smile, I think, will now ask: "How are you?"

- How are you, Glory? <...> Are you surprised to see me?

“No, I thought they would take your friends again.”

“Do not worry about it, you and I have found a common language.” I came to tell you good news. <...> The prosecutor agrees to conclude a pre -trial agreement with you, so you will not receive a lifelong life.

- And how much do I think I should get? How much would you give me?

- 7-8 years. We have a team - to execute you all, sorry. <...> Are you not happy with the news?

“Well, why, I'm just happy, you are my benefactor.”

- You are in vain ironic, in your situation this is the only way out, you still have a chance to go out and return to the children.

- Yes, if you had not hung my superfluous and figured out everything, I would soon see them without pre -trial, - I began to start.

“What did we hang you, Glory?” <...> To listen to you, so you are not guilty at all.

- I am not saying that I am not to blame for anything, but you will figure it out, and let them plant for what is really to blame, and not for what, as you say, “in your subjective opinion”, I am guilty.

“You began to talk a lot, Glory, I don't like it.” Everything you want, you can then express in court.

“Of course, who will listen to me after I have been having a bunch of linden.”

He smiled. <...> "

“Maybe we’ll fill it with your daughter? He has a weak heart - he will die "

2003. Within two months after my conversation with Sergey in the car, nothing changed. <...> One evening, when I was sitting with Bykov at the house of Tsapk, Sergey said:

• - Boys, I know who killed his brother and who is the customer. <...> Ametov (in November 2010, there was a massacre in the Ameetov House, as a result of which 12 people were killed, including four children. - Ed. ) With his son, my brother Narika-Kadyan ordered my brother. He served in specialists and familiar with weapons. He performed Kolya and you, Glory. Now I want to fill them with all, and we will do it.

• “Seryoga,” I began, “and where is such information from?” <...> Well, Nikolai had a conflict with the Tatars, but not such that they would dare to kill him.

I wanted to sow the doubts of Sergey. <...>.

• - Glory, this is precisely verified, and is not subject to discussion. We will blame them. First Ametova, then Kadyan. Preparation and the organization are entrusted to you, glory. You have to track down and determine the place where we will fulfill them. The trunks are behind me.

Arrived, damn it.

• - Okay, I understand, I will do it.

<...> I plunged into thought: "What to do?" I doubted that the Ametovs and Kadyan were involved in the death of Nikolai. Yes, if they are involved, what to blame them, or what? And who will say for sure: are they guilty or not? <...> What to do? What are the options? First: to warn Ametov and Kadyan. <...> Ameet reaction? They will go stupidly to the cops. It will reach the Tsapka, he will think about where the information leak is from. <...> What will he do? Fill me. <...> Okay - before me, he, a bitch, will touch the family. Leave? Find. Where am I and my family? And mother? <...> Time? What will it give? Maybe she can change his mind or find out that someone else is to blame, or doubts. While everything is tied to me, I will pull, and there it will be seen. <...> Yes, and Tsapka’s connections at all levels complicate the task. He, if anyone is lucky, is a suitcase; If it gives a car, then a foreign car. Okay, maybe it will cost. <...>.

Within a week I found that the Ametovs return home by car for about 22-23 hours. The street where they live is still not settled, this is a new area. There is no street lighting. They are not afraid of anything. Such clients are a find for a killer. And what? To tell the backbag about this, so he will give the trunks and say: "Forward, lads!" Do I need it? No. Then we will wait. <...>

There were months, <...> Sergey was more and more annoyed, why I have no result. I explained this by acting very carefully so as not to light up. <...> Somehow he says to me:

- Ametov’s daughter is studying in Rostov, maybe we will fill her? And Ametov, I heard, the heart is weak, he will die, and then we will remove Narika.

I looked at him: is it joking? It became terribly for me. No, not joking.

-And what does the daughter have to do with it? - I could not resist.

- Yes, by figure, just to get to him.

- Yes, wait, Sergey, I know where the Ametovs work and how they go to work, let's watch there. - I wanted to knock him off the thought of the daughter of Ametov.

“You don't deceive me, Glory?” - And he pointedly looked at me <...>.

-No, of course, Sergey, I try, I have no experience. <...>

In the evening, the tsapok called me, I came to his house, Andrei (Bykov. - Ed. ) Already there, and, apparently, they had already discussed something.

- Glory, I have an offer: we have a left motorcycle. If you and Andrei together catch up with Ametov’s car and will shoot them in the back on the motorcycle?

It is clear that they sat, planned, conferred. I pretended to think about it.

- A good idea, bro, I’ll think about how to do it best, you still need to determine the time when they go along this road.

- Well, do not pull, I'm already tired of waiting.

<...> And so I lasted only 6 months. Somehow Tsapok called me to him.

- Glory, six months have passed, you got it already, how much more should I wait?! - He was furious.

- Seryoga, but it doesn’t work out in any way, I really try.

- You try shitty! - He already yelled. - <...> Okay, horseradish with them, with amethys.

I looked at him in surprise: really changed my mind?

-Take care of Kadyan, with him, I think it will be easier, we will remove it first, after all, he pressed the trigger, and then we will figure it out later.

<...> Okay, maybe with Kadyan it would also ride the same way, it rolled for six months.

September 18, 2005. Tsapok called:

- Glory, drive up to Bykov home by nine in the evening. <...>

By nine, as agreed, I drove up to Andrey’s house, Merce Tsapka was already standing there. <...> Andrei was dressed unusual: in a tracksuit, in gloves, socks are stretched over shoes. Tsapok began:

- Glory, I'm tired of waiting for you when you trace Kadyan. I myself did everything, you won’t wait for you. Now we are taking Andrei, land near his house and wait for him nearby. <...>

Apparently my face has changed greatly <...>, Sergey continued:

- Enough to cunning, Glory, I endured you for a very long time, to fill you up, you will close me with your cunning, but it’s a pity, at work you can do it well, I think you will fix it when you will vomit. If you don’t go now, I don’t need you anymore, you won’t leave here. If you decide to dump along the way, I will get to yours. Do you understand me? <...>

We were silent with Andrei on the way. When we reached the place, he crawled out, put on a mask and said: "Wait."

<...> I was in some kind of prostration, I just turned off my brains <...>. I don’t know how much Andrei was not. So he got into the car again.

- Glory, let's go slowly, everything is fine, I did everything.

The next day, it turned out that Kadyan was only easily wounded. Tsapok was indignant. Subscribed, I thought.

2004. A year and a half of my, like, surveillance of Kadyan did not remain without events. <...>. The pressure from the Tsapka and hints of reprisal with me intensified. I need to do something, otherwise-a kayuk. Among the members of the group of Sergei, dissatisfaction went on because he forced them to work on his collective farm, and the guys got used to easy money. <...> And I decided to take advantage of the discontent among his entourage: if everyone leaves him, this is a chance for me, or maybe for the amethys. In the apartment <...> everyone gathered at my request.

“Boys,” I began. - Sergey forces you to work, <...> Why should you do what you do not want, are you, slaves? <...> For whom does he take us all? I propose to get away from him and at once. We can do gaming halls. Everyone can live as he wants. Do you agree with me?

They looked at each other. I continued.

- Sergey insults you, runs, doesn’t it humiliate you? Or do you owe him something? You think you will not live without him, it will have to be hard for him without you. -I went to Va-Bank, and where to go?

Vitalik Ivanov said:

- I agree with him.

The rest after a short discussion also agreed.

- Well, let's go - let's talk with Sergey? - I decided that everything will be easier together.

- You, in short, go, talk to gray, say that we are leaving him, and we, if anything, will support you.

Smoke, damn ...

“I'll go with you, Glory,” said Andrey.

Well, thank God, at least one decided <...>. I called Sergei right away, but what to pull? <...> But after a conversation with the guys, I still had some kind of sediment, some of them are not confident.

- Listen, Andrey, write down the phone number, this is my second number, no one knows him, you never know what. - He recorded.

We went to Sergey into the house, I retold a conversation with the guys and said that we were all leaving him. Он молчал, спокойно выслушал.

— Андрей, ты тоже с ними?

— Да, Сергей. <...>

— Слава, ничего у тебя не получится, — он говорил спокойно и уверенно. — Я давно понял, что ты хитришь. Посмотрим, что из этого выйдет, а теперь проваливай, пока цел.

<…> Что-то мне погано на душе стало после разговора с Цапком. Интуиция подсказывала, что план мой ни хрена не сработал. А что теперь делать? Let's see. К этому времени я развелся с женой, она уехала с сыном жить к своим родителям. <…> Может, оно и к лучшему. <…> Я приехал домой без настроения, дома у меня была знакомая моя подружка Лена. Хреновое предчувствие у меня. Даже Лена не сможет мне поднять настроение, блин. Не до любви. Упал на кровать, смотрю телик, в голове бардак полный. <...>.

— Алло, Слава.

— Да, Андрей, я.

— Вали из дома, быстро, мы едем к тебе, все очень плохо, — и сразу отключился.

За одну минуту я оделся и уже сидел в машине. Ленке сказал закрыться и никого не пускать, сказать, что я уехал, куда — не знаешь. Я выехал из станицы, остановился, свой телефон отключил, оставил только тот, который Андрей знает. Откинулся на сиденье, закрыл глаза. Ну всё, теперь, блин, точно конец. Сколько я пробегаю? Блин, как сына с бывшей женой обезопасить? Короче, всюду жопа, куда ни глянь. The phone rang. Это Быков.

— Слава, мы уехали пока, забери девку и затаись где-нибудь, я с тобой свяжусь, как только будет безопасно для тебя.

— Спасибо, братан.

— Да не за что, брат, держись, парни нас подвели, ты остался крайним. Посиди пока в норе, а там посмотрим. Good luck. <...>.

Сказал Лене, чтобы она быстро собиралась. Глаза у нее были испуганные. Но на тот момент ей было безопаснее без меня. <…> По дороге она рассказала:

— Начали стучать в дверь, <…> открывать не стала, как ты сказал, они были возбуждены, спросили, где ты, я сказала, что ты уехал. Они не поверили, стали требовать, чтобы я открыла дверь. <…> Они стали ее выбивать, сказали, что разобьют сейчас окно и залезут. Тогда я открыла. Зашел Сергей с ребятами, обыскали дом, очень огорчились, что не нашли тебя. Сергей о тебе говорил очень плохие слова, <…> сказал передать тебе, что вы скоро с ним увидитесь.

Похоже, Леночке было не избежать моей участи, если бы я оказался дома. <...>

Через несколько дней зазвонил наконец телефон.

— Здорово, Слава, как ты?

— Да как-то хреново, чё там?

— Та чё, спас я тебе жизнь тогда, мочить тебя ехали, и девку бы порешили, если бы тебя дома застали. Пацаны переобулись, решили, что ты интриган, и все жаждали твоей крови, еще и Сергей был пьяный, невменяемый, так что будешь должен.<…>Но все пока очень хреново, ищут тебя. <...>

Короче, я не ошибся в своих размышлениях. <…> Через пару недель раздался звонок, это — Андрей.

— Братан, две новости, хорошая и плохая, с какой начать?

— Давай с хорошей.

— Тебе надо встретиться с Сергеем, я его убедил не валить тебя сразу, поговорить и дать тебе шанс.

- And bad?

— А плохая, братан, если не нарисуешься пред очи его, найдут твоих, тогда сам придешь, только базарить уже не будут с тобой.

— Я тебя понял, я еду. <...>

— Не протупи только теперь, жалко будет валить тебя.

Я собрался и поехал в Кущевку, <…> набрал телефон Сергея.

— Здравствуй, Сергей, это Слава, куда мне подъехать?

— Домой ко мне, — он отключился.

<…> Сергея я нашел в зале, там же в стороне сидел Андрей. Со мной никто не поздоровался.

— Ну что, Слава? А ты фартовый. Если бы тебя тогда дома нашли, уже бы этого разговора не было. Слава, я, если честно, и разговаривать с тобой не хотел. Пацаны говорят, что не собирались от меня уходить, а ты интриган, да и достал ты меня, если честно. Хитришь все время, все хочешь чистеньким остаться. Скажи спасибо Андрею, он убедил меня дать тебе второй шанс, но это последний. <…> Пацанам я уже позвонил, будем вместе решать, что с тобой делать. <...>

— Сергей, — начал я, — прошу прощения. Не знаю, что на меня нашло. I'm with you. Больше этого не повторится, обещаю.

— Да это и так понятно, второго раза не будет.

Зашли братья Карпенко. Со мной не поздоровались.

— Пацаны, вот Слава говорит, бес его попутал, очень просит простить его, говорит, что больше не будет. Я его прощаю. What do you say?

Естественно, они заверили, что раз Сергей прощает, то и они зла не держат. Цирк, блин.

— Ладно, Слава, проехали базар, но не забыли. Задание у тебя есть, занимайся <…>».

From the editorial office:

Процесс по делу цапков, который проходит сейчас в Краснодарском краевом суде, строится в основном на признательных показаниях членов кровавой банды. С другими доказательствами ситуация сложилась далеко не самым лучшим образом. Но в суде все подсудимые от своих показаний отказались, заявив о пытках.

Единственный, кто пока не сделал никаких заявлений на этот счет, — Вячеслав Рябцев. С очевидной целью обезопасить себя осужденный член банды цапков Вячеслав Рябцев решил придать гласности свои записи, сделанные им в СИЗО, для чего и передал их «Новой газете».

Мы решили напечатать этот документ. Делаем это с некоторыми сокращениями, необходимой стилистической правкой и осознанием того, что этот текст должен восприниматься критично, поскольку вряд ли все факты, изложенные здесь, заслуживают полного доверия. Все комментарии — потом.

(To be continued)