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They suggested that I take part in the “One Day with a Policeman” project and ride along with employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the raids of their units in order to personally evaluate the work of modern police. But I won’t go on a raid, I’d better tell you from my partisan underground everything as it is)))

The logic here is simple - you can spend one day with a policeman on his duty, but workday is different from workday, or you can, like me, observe this work throughout your entire adult life, being a law-abiding citizen in a disadvantaged area, and also a former law student (perhaps even a failed policeman). Well, whose view of the work of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs will be more objective, huh? I’ll tell you about what, according to my observations, there is always a place in the work of our valiant police.

About vigilance

When I just got my license and bought my first car, a “nine,” I trained my driving skills in the evenings, when the rush hour traffic jams subsided. I drove strictly according to the rules: if there was a sign “speed limit 40 km/h,” then I didn’t exceed it by a kilometer, even if the smooth asphalt was calling and beckoning. At traffic lights I honestly waited for the green light and ignored the temptation of the flashing yellow light.
During one such car ride, a traffic police car followed me, drove half a block, then turned on its flashing lights, caught up with me and asked me to stop. I began to remember with lightning speed what and where I could have violated, but all my doubts were resolved by the polite question of the traffic police officer:

- Excuse me, Yulia Valentinovna, why do you drive so slowly all the time?
- So the sign is 40!

He looked at the date of issue of the license, smiled, returned the documents and wished him a good trip.

About a sense of humor

As an intern sent to the district prosecutor's office, I had the good fortune to do the internship on my birthday. The prosecutor's office investigator to whom I was assigned smiled slyly and said:

- Birthday, you say? Okay, I’ll let you go early, but for now let’s go on a congratulatory excursion.

Let's go for a ride. To the morgue. But now I’m not afraid of the zombie apocalypse.

About professionalism

Several years ago, on the eve of the elections, an FSB officer came to our work just to “talk” about the pre-election situation (I work in the media). At that time, there was a real war of incriminating evidence and frame-ups, so his goal was to convince the media to refuse obviously ordered materials against one candidate or another. With a grin, we sent him to our editor, from whom you can’t get a word out, he’s such a closed and taciturn person, and even more so, even the most sociable ones couldn’t get him to talk. The next morning, the editor pours coffee and says thoughtfully:

- Wow, I told him my whole life... Like no one before...

About the ability to navigate the current situation

In my area, which has had the “glory” of being disadvantaged since the “nineties,” one summer the following story happened. The teenager stole his recently deceased father’s hunting rifle from the house and left with it in an unknown direction. The mother discovered the missing gun and immediately called service 02, then the police.

But I learned all this later, and before that there was a gentle knock on the door of our apartment. The man behind the door, in a barely audible voice, introduced himself as a police officer and asked to open the door for him as quietly as possible.

It turned out that a teenager with a gun was sitting right under the open windows of my room (I live on the first floor) and was intensely looking at one point, clutching the weapon. We were asked to leave the apartment to see the neighbors, and at this time one of the policemen pretended to be a drunk man and walked into the field of view of the teenager with a gun, singing, in order to divert his attention. At that same second, another policeman leaned right out of my window and snatched the gun from the distracted guy.

About nobility

I know an investigator who fell in love with the wife of the accused. He refused the bribe, punished the unlucky husband to the fullest extent of the law, and he, as an honest man, married the unfortunate woman and consoled her with two children of the same age.

About instant response

Our journalist barely had time to photograph the FSB building, which is, among other things, an architectural monument, which, in fact, was the report, when at the next intersection our official car with the would-be journalist was stopped by a traffic police officer and addressed by his last name, first name and patronymic, both the driver and the journalist. And a minute later the angry director called the journalist with the question “What did you photograph there?” In the meantime, the driver was reminded to pay the outstanding fines indicating the exact amount, as well as the transport tax.

About continuity and educational work

At one time, an absolutely wonderful stray dog, Postovoy, was running around our area. He crossed the road only at a pedestrian crossing, and where there was a traffic light, only when the light was green. Naturally, I sat down by the side of the road and calmly waited for the cars to start stopping. Moreover, if one of the people or impatient schoolchildren tried to run across the red light, the dog began to bark anxiously after him. Passing by local alcoholics, the Guard always grumbled, as if swearing: “When will you stop drinking, guys?” And an amazing thing - in his presence, pedestrians tried not to cross the street in the wrong place, and alcoholics bashfully hid their scales behind their backs.

And the whole point is that Postovoi used to be the dog of our former district police officer, he always went with him on raids around the area, and when the owner died, it was as if he had taken over the baton and was now keeping order himself. Because a good deed will always find its successors.

Well, just, not a list. Nowadays, the question of choosing “family or career,” which is so important for many, is often raised. So, when a career is understood as sitting in an office, it makes me laugh. For no one makes greater sacrifices for the sake of work than those very police officers. These people put their health, nerves, the opportunity to spend time with their family and, perhaps the most important thing, faith in people on the line, because every day they deal with the most indecent sides of human nature. This work is worthy of respect!