For rubber technology in the Old

Alexei Polikhovich, a participant in the ATS-Info, in the past, accused in the “swamp case”, went along with the participant of the OVD-info Ksenia Sonya to the Yaroslavl region to meet another “swamp”, Dmitry Ishevsky.

How to explain the taxi driver at the station in Yaroslavl, which colony do you need? There are two of them-IK-1 and IK-8. The first for first -time, the second is for “arrogants”, that is, for those who are not sitting for the first time. Sergei Sharov, who often goes here to Van Nepomnya, knows what the taxi driver needs to say right away: “Chef, IK-1 for rubber, in the charm, we are going?”

But I start wrong. I say at the beginning “Sorry, please”, and, apparently, thereby allowing the drill after a minute of the conversation to answer my question “How much?” - "Ruble." And Sharov, instructing me yesterday, said: the price of the trip is “three hundred rubles”. I answer that the “ruble” is a lot and I would like for five hundred. Even despite the fact that go to the first, which is a little further than the eighth.

“Zrezinotekhovchapki” is such a password in order to immediately understand each other and agree on the price. To agree on the price, I get worse than pronouncing a password. This one does not want to take this one, it leads to another car, offers the driver to take us to the window. He agrees for 700.

Well, if you think about that this abramadabra can mean? It sounds approximately like "above the abyss in rye." In childhood, I could not understand what the meaning of this phrase is. After all, then the “abyss” meant a giant canyon, cutting the Earth about the width of the Volga; And “rye” - in context - this is a field sown with face to horizon. Accordingly, where the abyss begins, both the field and rye will end. And I have not seen any paradox or secret in this. I mean, the secret was precisely that for me, a child, this phrase sounded like a complete nonsense.

The car is slightly cooler than on the street. It is hot in Yaroslavl, the sun was covered with clouds, and after the Moscow months of summer timelessness with thunderstorms, storms and showers, the local Volga plying seems hostile. We quickly leave the city center-it is low and old-fashioned without any attempt to hide it. We move to the outskirts, we go along the industrial zone, abundantly overgrown with greenery-on any piece of land free from the asphalt, some kind of grass, or bushes, or trees, grows. Everything looks very natural, just like a post -apocalypse, and not as a “green plantations” program. Graffiti with Soviet films are drawn on the transformers: “Afonya”, “Beware of the car”, and a mustachioed uncle with a ridiculous hairstyle, which was half painted, and I still don’t remember where I saw him. Authentic for the province of the “faithful” and dry cleaning “Wilding” alternate with the universal “Sberbank”, “Dixy” and “Magnet”, and such large offices cause a shameful sense of comfort: they, like a thread, are strung by the whole usual world, whose logic is more or less clear to me. And the logic of the faithful and washing is not very good.

Each time I am approaching the prison geographically, I begin to feel longing and fear. Tusk-because I remember that I was once on the other side of the portal and already forgot how it was there, I stopped being invulnerable. Fear-because I'm afraid that for some reason it will swallow me back.

This is an obsessive plot of dreams. A giant, poorly lit ship, a metallic, probably painted in ball paint, with thousands of ramps, overheads, cubes-cameras and prisoners in them. I wandering around this ship and sometimes looking for a way out, sometimes-a wife or friends-fuckers. It happens that bondage remains, as it were, behind brackets. I am free, but I know that I have to return. In no case should I be late, otherwise something incomprehensible will happen, the logic of the prison will be broken, it will stop working, and the unknown awaits me. And so I'm in a hurry to buy products for six months in advance. Or I’m trying to blame Sweden back to Russia (prison) by bicycle, because the planes stopped flying out. Or they take me to the military registration and enlistment office and is already transferred from there to the state house. And the whole dream passes with the thought that I will still be there, inside, I will knock on poor official shoes on the ladders to check the personnel/contingent, and in no case should I be late.

Gradually, the road becomes narrow, and the industrial zone is inferior to the outskirts of the private sector by the outskirts. We drive through the sign "Rubbering" - apparently, a factory for the production of rubber. We enter the village with the forest and hogweed along the edges. There are such settlements around Russian prisons, in which there are only social guarantees, and nothing more.

Outside, IK-1 looks like any other colony: an ugly three-story building, on which some antennas, plates, barbed wire, wires and a suspended staircase are closed. The similarity spoils the almost toy brick tower with a low wall right in front of the checkpoint, hiding from the eyes either some gateway, or a smoking room. In addition, the road itself has another gate where there seems to be a control point, but you can pass through them freely.

It is here that the defendants in the “swamp business” Ivan Nepomnyachiy and Dmitry Ishevsky are serving a sentence. In April, the “masks” entered the zone - the FSIN special forces, Vanya, who at that moment was in a schizo, and beat several other prisoners. They announced this to human rights activists and lawyers - since then the boss has changed in the zone, and the Nepomnyans have tightened the conditions of detention in the colony and now they want to establish administrative supervision after his liberation.

I peer into people in a spotted gray-blue form-they scurry back and forth, from the door to the door, someone with an automaton to the post, someone in an unbuttoned jacket smoke. They seem completely the same as in the Ryazan region. The same tired rumpled muzzles. The same stupid jokes, which, however, are almost never heard from such a distance. The same red skin from the sun, rapidly graying hair and tenacious stubborn eyes. All the media wrote what chaos are happening in this zone, and garbage here is the most ordinary. What is the reason then? Why didn’t this happen to us?

“You can determine the title and position of the cop,” says Andryukha Barabanov, my accomplice and friend, in the expression and gait. We are with him and another defendant in the “swamp business” by Sasha Margolin stand at the outer gate of the zone and wait for Dima Ishevsky, who has a call from her door.

The three of us sat in Ryazan. I jumped out the first one and met from the colony Andryukh, then we are with him - Dan Lutskevich, then Margolina. In winter, we went to take Gaskarov to Tula. In general, yes, this is such a tradition, and we have such a small club.

I met all my many accomplices after May 6. With the majority - after he was in jail. Sasha knows Ishevsky by the will. Therefore, this meeting for him is not quite the same as for us.

- Mitya is a normal honest guy. Therefore, then on Bolotnaya it worked for him ... Another thing is that he was younger, more actively, so he reacted a little differently. Then, on May 6, it turned out that the police were already trying to seize Mitya, and I, in fact, helped him - he was not even arrested then. This episode forms the basis of the prosecution. This was exactly the case when I wandered garbage, ”Sasha tells about Dima, whom all the people around me call Mitya, but my tongue does not turn, with her soft, quiet voice. He likes the role of the role of the narrator.

-We met him after a rally at Chistoprudny ( in December 2011-ATS-Info ). Actually, we were arrested at Myasnitskaya together, and we got into one car factory, and into one “boss”, and in one camera of a special receiver. In the “EXTET” ( Margolin does not say the ATS, but the “boss”-OVD-info ) we put our jackets on the floor and took turns sleeping on them, because we spent two days in conditions when there were 14 meters per 17 people. Well, somehow made friends since that time. After that they went to the bathhouse, a few people from our hut, and to rallies. Then it happened on May 6. In principle, it was clear, probably something somehow-Mitya distinguished himself there. And when I was arrested, it turned out that they were looking for him too. He drove away from the country, then returned. I was already under arrest. He was arrested in May on the 14th. I got acquainted with the case and realized that there was a lot of miti, even in my truncated version. Eshniki showed me photos from my VK account on Petrovka. There was our photo from Mitya from a rally on Sakharov. They asked: "Who is this?" They pretended that they did not know, but most likely, of course, they knew, because we were photographed in the Av. and they were already identified from the photo. We crossed him already at Butyrka. Of course, I was wildly annoyed that he was still arrested. I told him: “Go to a special order and don't think. No need to sit so much time in Moscow, you will leave for a camp - it will be easier. ” The camp is still easier than in a pre-trial detention center, and I knew that he had serious personal circumstances.

“It depends on which camp,” I say, implying this particular camp, where “masks” beat people “under the roof” ( in Shiso and PCT- OTD-info ).

- Well, come on so. They did not send us much. The control of us is large, practically did not gesture with anyone. What happened to Vanya here, as I understand it, is just a combination of serious circumstances. Addition of different factors. Garbage is also heterogeneous, clan. Some wanted to substitute others, it seems to me that Vanya used such a card. They eat each other all the time. And here, for sure, someone also devoured someone. But Vanin, the situation helped that finally they began to eat normally under the roof. More than 25 years there was this situation with helmets ( a helmet-a plate; in a schizo prisoners, food was given from the helmets for the “lowered”-OVD-info ).

Here we notice that Ksyusha and Natasha (to the OTD-Info orrem and the journalist Radio Liberty-OTD-Info ), who are nearby, some employee approached and explains something very displeased with them. We pause and listen, evaluating whether it is worth intervening. The employee strictly reports Ksyusha for using a camera near a regime object. She replies that she simply sets up the camera. To which the cop says that they, they say, have a colony, have cameras that take a match in a matchbox from 50 meters-and they see everything, and if someone again tries to remove the colony, then the “prisoner whom you expect will be released without five in the night.” A character with a very important look is removed, something important and dissatisfied with someone.

“So, it seems that they are not delaying anyone yet,” I try to return to the conversation with Sasha. - Well, look. Why is it so in this zone, but in our Stenkino it wasn’t? And with masks, and with helms, and with everything? Because here garbage is worse?

-Rather, they are simply weak-both garbage and “subculture” ( “thieves”-ATS-info ). And the government ( the Office of the Federal Penitentiary Service in the Yaroslavl Region-ATS-Info ) is weak. They do not understand how to control the contingent. And in order to somehow keep in the fiction they begin to drive. The housewives are changing very often. It is unstable power. No one has time to agree with anyone. There is nothing to figure out, understand the rules of the game. I stayed a couple of months of the acting - And all. And for the convicts there is no motivation. Why is it good for a person to behave, work? Here they leave ato - tears. We had so much gone in a week, roughly speaking, and they have in six months. Well, what can they in this situation? It was a certain scourge to punish someone-the person knew that under the roof it was bad. In Stenkino, everyone clearly knew: if you are getting a bit, you will get a stool on the head. Yes, it was different, but everyone always kept in mind the stool of the watchman. Anything can be here. Therefore, they practiced once a quarter “masks” - “roof” beat, so on. It is clear that everyone is feeding on something. Someone on a schizo that does not eat normally. Someone enters phones-someone selects them. Everyone has their own interests-with operas, security guards, the shift ( units and departments of the FSIN employees within the colony-OTD-info ). As usual, everyone eats each other.

A small patch of land, where the cars of the meeting are parked, is a small patch of the ground from the zone. Immediately after him begins the field with a hogweed. In an impromptu parking lot, Zekov’s things left in the mud, left by the liberated - boots and robes, pressed into clay.

All cars in the parking lot are not placed, so a couple of still a couple of them sticks near the road. The Troika taxi periodically arrives and brings the next man, the life and prison of the man. Piles of awaiting liberation make up the corners of a broken geometric figure. It can be seen that there are a lot of people who have served - returning to the zone, they quickly, literally in a minute, again absorb the Zekov manner of holding and talking. Or is it sitting in them and hiding.

Waiting is delayed, so one of the people meet goes to the duty officer to clarify how much more to wait. He returns, slowly crosses the road, turns his head towards the car standing away from the parking lot and says to the boy who just looks out of it: “Sanych said, the documents will be submitted - and they will.” And this guy is from the car - it is exactly the same as the one that went to the duty officer, they walk the same way and probably smoke the “gold” or the same “three” equally, appreciate Chifir and listen to dreary, viscous songs about the long road home. And Sanych is, of course, a cop, they are called in all areas in patronymic. Here is some kind of neighbor in Rus', Zekovo-Men-Minor Life-everyone knows each other, treat each other with attention, recognize each other's latest news.

I go to the wife of Ishevsky, a beautiful short woman who smiles all the time today, and ask how all this was three years and two months. But she is not ready to talk to me and redirects me to Dima’s sister - their name is the same, Masha and Masha.

Sister Masha says a lot and enthusiastically. She rushes from one car with Dima's friends to another, from a bunch of relatives to journalists and vice versa, but agrees to talk to me, although we are not familiar. She has a beautiful voice, and when she talks about her brother, he becomes even more beautiful and affectionate. I ask if Dima said what he would do after his release.

- A woman wants! ( Laughs .) Well ... he worked for several years in the cadet corps as a teacher. He left from there even before these events, to Bolotnaya. I think that after the prison it will not be so easy to get a job as we would like. Don't know. An adult - must get away from this himself. And he himself must re -build life taking into account what was. And, accordingly, do not repeat what was.

- Do you think he made a mistake?

-Well, you can also participate differently in protests. There were many thousands of people there. And thirty. I also participate in protests, but, thank God, for now ... I just think that adults should formulate thoughts, be able to defend not with fists, but through those state tools that exist. Yes, it’s difficult, yes, of course, when you are young and hot, you want to immediately change, I don’t want to go to overtake the rapids. Years. Achieve something. Unfortunately, yes, the situation is this in the country. But in this sense I adhere to a slightly different position. I will persistently achieve what I have to be by law.

-Have you become interested in the theme of the prison due to the fact that Dima was in such a place?

- The prison is a reflection of the situation in the country. The amount of prison, the number of prisoners, the way they are contained, how they are arranged after, and how often they return back - this indicates the situation in the country. I know the examples from Mitka that people are returning there because ... well, for some small hooliganism, because where they live, there is no work, there are no possibilities, there is no home ... There are a billion relatives of some drunks ... Yes, in Moscow it is good, in 5-7 million cities are good. And everyone else ... Mityai! Yuchei! - Suddenly Masha begins to scream, because he sees his brother there, across the road.

She rushes towards, like everyone else, including me. Dima - I see him for the first time - it seems very thin compared to how he looks in the photographs. I don’t even recognize him at first.

The first hugs, kisses, handshakes pass. Dima is very smiling, although, of course, the situation obliges this. He speaks clearly, but lively.

- Lose weight, the main thing is not to lose weight. From Vanka, everyone is a huge hello. I managed to talk to him, everything is fine. All generally huge greetings. He holds there, attached. He is in SUS (strict conditions of content-ATS-info). Holds on a cheerful manner.

Ishevsky’s voice is joyful. He talks about the Nepomnya - how he heard that a man came to the colony with the same articles as his. As he grabbed sweets and rushed into quarantine, to Van, met with him and met. He told him: "Great, Vanya, I am your accomplice - Dima Ishevsky."

I congratulate him on liberation and tell him how Andrei and I met Margolina in Ryazan. We pulled him to the quarantine window to talk. Sasha was then pale and swollen, like all people who come from Central. We came the same. Maybe in the camp it is really better?

We stand in a semicircle in front of Dima, it is almost on the road, cars are respectfully slowing down and traveled. Он доброжелателен, и в нем совсем почему-то не чувствуется напряжение, зоновская заморозка, какая была у меня, у Андрюхи или у Гаскарова.

Внезапно откуда-то сбоку в полукруг вторгается другой освободившийся зек, в ярко-розовой футболке и коротких летних шортах, тоже высокий, как и Дима, лысый, со скользящими по окружающему пространству глазами. Ишевский говорит, что это Серега, они вместе на пилораме работали. Серега молча, не улыбаясь, встает рядом с Димой, обнимает его за плечи и, отвернув голову вдаль, то ли спрашивает, то ли говорит без тени сомнения, очень тихо: «Камера у кого?». Несколько человек снова достают уже убранные мобильные телефоны, фотографируют. Серега, постояв рядом с Ишевским минуту, так и не изменив выражения лица, уходит.

Маша-жена приносит бутерброды с колбасой и сладкий кофе с молоком, предлагает всем. Дима же ест персики и, судя по улыбке, получает от этого дикое удовольствие. Спрашиваю, много ли он выпил чифира с утра. Говорит, много. Спрашиваю, часто ли приезжали в колонию «маски». Отвечает, что после истории с Ваней и остальными вообще не приезжают. А вот до этого с приходом нового исполняющего обязанности, которого как раз сняли недавно, было обещано, что будут приезжать каждые две недели:

— С конца февраля по апрель это было. Было непонятно, чего они от этого хотят, чего добиться. До этого все тихо было, спокойно, а потом пошло по нарастающей. Ребята, которых били, успевали только кое-как очухаться с предыдущего приезда — а тут уже опять приехали. Так тяжело было. Находились мы в жилке, на промке (Жилая и промышленная зоны колонии — ОВД-Инфо), но все равно потихоньку все узнают что происходит. Многие уже боятся жаловаться правозащитникам или в прокуратуру, потому что понимают, что будут бить. Обычный человек вот так вот взять и рассказать все не может. Ну он не вывезет, не сможет. Не хватит его ресурсов, сил, его родных не хватит. Просто закроют его в СУС, БУР (Барак усиленного режима — ОВД-Инфо), и до конца срока. Еще и надзор будет, хотя прав на сто процентов. Но не добьется в той системе ничего. То есть институт надзора, когда можно жаловаться на действия ФСИН, по существу не работает. Для них главное, чтобы им не жаловались, чтобы сор из избы не выносили. А как там чего с людьми — фиг с ними.

Я, не очень понимая, что на такое ответить, желаю Диме удачи и шучу, что теперь его очередь интервью раздавать. Внезапно вспоминаю, что сегодня — 26 июля, и ровно 5 лет назад меня забрали в тюрьму, и она, видимо, осталась со мной до сих пор — ведь где я сейчас. Близкие забирают Диму в кафе поить коньяком, кормить нормальной едой и говорить тосты.

Но прежде Саша вспоминает, что нужно делать традиционное фото болотников. Мы встаем вчетвером в ряд, колония — за спиной через дорогу. Нас фотографируют, а мы все подначиваем друг друга — особенно Саша и я. На фотографиях я жутко нелепый.

В день, когда освобождался Дима, к Ване приходили делать геномную экспертизу — для предполагаемого административного надзора на воле. Мы еще не успели уехать из Ярославля, как он позвонил Шарову и сообщил об этом. На следующий день Шаров планировал шуметь через Москалькову по этому поводу, пока адвоката Ирины Бирюковой нет в России.

Руслана Вахапова, который в апреле заявил об избиении вместе с Ваней и Евгением Макаровым, в тот же день 26 июля снова поместили в ШИЗО.