"Well, how do you like our taekwondo?" Zelimkhan Mutsolgov tells in court how he was tortured for five days in the Ingush Center "E"

In the Nalchik garrison military court there is a process of seven security forces accused of using torture - most of the defendants served in the center of counteracting extremism of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Ingushetia (EE Center, CPE). Zelimkhan Mutsolgov told the court how in August 2010 the CPE officers beat him for five days, tortured him with shock and suspension, demanding to admit the attempt on their colleague. Mediazona with minor reductions publishes the decoding of his performance.

On the fifth of August, in the morning, at 5:30, approximately, I woke up because they burst into our house, in the door. I woke up, managed to put on my pants. I left my bedroom, I ran with a T -shirt in my hands - I had not yet had time to put it on. When I got out of the room, the door opened, and these ... people in masks in uniform, with machine guns, broke into the corridor. I said: “What are you doing!? What's happening?". They attacked me with machine guns. I realized that this is a detention.

I did not have time to wear a T -shirt, she was in my hands. I raised my hands, and I was thrown right in front of the bedroom. They put me on the stomach on the floor, took my hands back, took off the belt from my pants and tied their hands back. And then they put on a bag [on my head], before that I was grabbed by the hair from behind and hit my head on the floor. For two minutes all this happened, no more. They beat a little later, well, not much. Then they grabbed me with them and brought me out of the house.

Disposing from the house, in front of the gate, I was put in a passenger car. I was hanging on me, but I saw that I was put in a passenger car. They crouched on both sides and quickly we went. Fifteen minutes later ... we drove, the speed was strong, the car did not slow down. They did not talk in the car, of course. They pressed my head between the seats. Someone put my hand on my head, rudely pushed me to lower my head between my legs. In this position, we reached there. The car drove up, signaled. And I feel that the gate opens, and the car drove there. Then, as I drove, they brought me out of the car, brought some kind of room into the building, and put me in a chair. And they left from there, those who got me there.

For two or three hours no one came up to me, as they put me, and sat. Then they came to me. The door, the grille, the clicks are heard, these are the way they come in. And in short, I sat in a chair. Who came in, said: "What is he settled here?" I threw me off my chair, I fell. Then they grabbed me, at first they tied a bag around the eyes with tape around their eyes, tumbled down to the floor with a stomach. They removed the belt and tied their hands with tape in the same position. Well, and then they began to check the contents of my pants pockets, removed silver ring from a finger. Well, as it were, they started: "Tell me!" I am without a concept, what to tell? They say: "All." Then they started to beat.

Initially, they didn’t beat me so much. Slap in the back of the head there. Well, not so much initially. Then they said: "Well, tell me where weapons are, there are all sorts of robberies, caches, and so." They beat me. And, it turns out, after a while, well, as I remember ... they put a “call” and they brought the device there, put it. They doused me with water, then I drank how much I needed. Then they told me: "Still drink." I say: "I do not want anymore." They pressed hard, poured water into me. Then they hooked the wires from behind to the little finger. They began to twist the wires. And at the same time, well, they began to beat with electric shock. Saying that an attempt was made on Nalgiev’s employee from our village. So I talk about it.

And they beat me with electric shock, periodically stopped. The questions were asked, then they beat again. And then, it turns out, they went out ... I just can't every minute ... these physical suffering. And so, according to the little things ... Well, for me these are trifles. They beat so, Syak, on the neck ...

Mutsolgov, standing behind the witness department, shows where the blows were .

And then ... On the first day, a man came when, at night, there was silence. The duty officer or who was he was there, said: "Do you need something?" I said that I need to the toilet. He took me to the toilet, untied his hands. The package did not remove from the head. Well, he took me to the toilet. And he brought him back, put his hands. And he said: "Do not tell anyone that I even looked at you." Well, I won’t say. They didn’t ask me.

Around the second day, the same thing came. And they put on the floor too, questions began to be asked, beaten. Then, in addition, my legs were tied.

The legs were tied, their arms were tied-and somehow they pulled them together, put the pipe and hung me. And they said that I admit an attempt on an employee of Nalgiev Ilyas that I know him to say that I was involved, with whom I did this, someone else said that I called somewhere allegedly ... These questions asked and beat me. I had nothing to say at that moment, I was ready to sign any paper in order to stop suffering. I said that I would sign, I just have nothing to say, I said: if you bring some paper, I will sign, I agree, take everything. They began to tell me the scheme - where, how ... and, it turns out, they went out, said: "We will return in an hour." And when they were already leaving, I thought that my back would break now, so they hung me. I could not stand this pain.

After some time, they went in, the same thing, they pulled up this pipe, and I fell to the floor. I fell down my head down, the floor was concrete there. They still often beat me with this bottle of water in the face, kicked, when I lay, they threw my feet back and forth around the room. And, it turns out, on the same night they threw me, they left. I assume that it was night because there was such a silence.

The man looked to me, the first question asked: “Alive?” I said yes, alive. I told him that after I hung, my tape pressed my hand, I said that I did not feel my hands, they were swollen, and that it would be nice if my hands relaxed a little. And he came up, saw how I was sitting, he was surprised and ran from there. Then with scissors he cut off the adhesive tape to me, freed his hands, and for a long time I could not stretch them forward, they both fell and lay. He shifted them to me, said, massage his hands, after a while I will return and tie you. The same thing: "Do not say just that you were freed, that in general I came here."

And, it turns out, I massaged, massaged my hands, after a while he came, tied me back with tape, but not so tight, and left me, left. I slept a little, then I woke up and I feel that the tape is weak - and since my head was scratched, I, it turns out, was able to release my hands, took off my bag with difficulty, because it was tightly tied. I took off the bag from my head, after a while I was able to see, because it was light already in the office. Then I looked around - a room 3 to 4, with bars, one window was laid with bricks, two safe stood, an iron door with an eye. Then I looked, went, looked into the eye, there I saw the premises of the duty unit. There was a man and [the operative of the CPE Isa] Aspiev stood - previously a friend, we studied together in college. There was no friendly relationship, but I knew his face. And he, who was sitting in the duty unit, boasted that he received a new Jarygin gun, looked him, twisted him back and forth.

On the monitor, five or six divisions were visible, the cameras are different, and near the CPE building, located in Nazran, outside, there is a circular movement. I recognized this place - when I studied, I walked on this street. <...> I watched for five minutes, and then he somehow saw me. He got up and began to go on me - I sat back quickly, trying to tie a bag back with tape, and bang! - the door slammed. As the door slammed, the silence became, I tried to put on a bag, but could not, because there were already two of them. I don’t remember exactly when they put me on my head.

After cotton, the door is silent, nothing happened. I got up again, went to the eye, and there it’s already dark, nothing is visible. I walked away, listened, walked a little around the room. They didn’t let me into the toilet for the first day, I took one bag, did the case and threw off the bag, hid it. I didn’t succeed in putting on the second bag, and I began to stretch it with my feet-boats so that he fits back on my head. I stretched, stretched out, while my tape broke somewhere. As a result, I was able to pull the bag, bent my hands back and sat so.

After some time, I heard that someone was coming to me-a grille, a door and so on. I already sat with the package. Three or four people went approximately, it seemed to me that way. Through the right eye, where the bag had a hole, I saw them. Fuzzy, but I saw. <...> "Will you tell?" - This movement began.

And a man came up to me, in short, he became, well, how would ... I sat - I got up, I have bruises. He asks: "Why bruises?" Me: "Yes, he lay down, served." He: "Well, what are you?" And he turned me around, gave me on his feet, I naturally got up to stretch. And, in short, he began to beat me on the hips, along the inside, over my body, in the joints. One person began in these places.

Mugolgov again shows the places of blows.

And they demanded to confess the attempt against Nalgiev. And, it turns out, when they beat me back and forth, they made three or four strokes, and the next one was right from the bottom-well, between my legs, I mean. And after that, I, of course, fell to my knees, on the floor, constantly fell. And at that moment I noticed that the person who beat me is, well, the age of 40-45 years, then I found out that this is Khamkhoev Timur-when I saw him on the Internet (after the news about the detention of the head of the Central Plant in December 2016-MZ). And he beat me, got up, shouted, and then a little more when I lay. After the inguinal blow, for some time I was lying at all, did not move. "Tell me!" And he leaned over and said: "I will kill you now."

When I was still lying, I also clearly saw Khamkhoev, he put me to the wall and turned me around. When he approached me, bending over, on me ... And it turns out, he began: "I will cripple you now, kill you." Well, swearing there, of course. And there is one of them ... Well, I worked as a Taekwondo coach. And he shouts to me: “Well, how are you there, how do you like our thakvondo?” I didn’t say anything, everything was silent.

Thus, they beat me many times, again and in the groin, back and forth, on the hips, then in the groin, I fell, they put me back. They beat me much more, but at least 8-10 strikes by Khamkhoev inflicted me, I saw him directly when I turned around. When he and his comrade were still saying there: “Now you will be happy, now you will be a martyr, you must rejoice.” That's how they beat me. And then they also beat, beat ... I lay on the floor, while I fell after the next blow to the groin. Well, then I lay more or less longer, for three or four minutes I lay like that.

Khamkhoev at that moment broke away from me, I felt that he had gone and there was no one nearby. I lay on my side and see how the Aspions were standing here ... Well, when I spoke, when he was not in the form of a military, just a sports jacket, a white Olympic. Well, and he came up and said: "Turn around, if you are going to speak, in short." Then threats followed: "We will kill you now, we will kill you now, bury you." And my foot on the shoulder like this made a movement so that I turn on my stomach.

“We will kill, kill, you will stay disabled at best” - these were the conversations. "I'll break your back now." That's how I lay on my stomach, my hands behind my back, and he climbed on my back. And, it turns out, three times or four he jumped on me at the same time. They once, two, three and the fourth, he pierced my lungs, breath ... Well, suffocated, in short.

Mutsolgov drains the air sharply and noisily, showing how he was choking.

And after I rolled over on my back, there was a grill near the wall ... There were two or three walls with gratings. And he, holding on to this bars, stood at that moment at that moment. And as if from below, then I also saw him again.

It was difficult for me to breathe, because he hit me in the lungs a couple of times, he said something about the attempt on Nalgiev. After a while, it began again, again the bottles, when he was still suspended, beat on the heels, sticks or butt, I do not know. I no longer felt, since everything was swollen. I felt that they were beating, but I did not feel the pain at the moment when I was beaten on the heels. <...> And at the moment when I was beaten and this bottle, which was beaten on the head ... And there it turned out: I am sitting, and they, on the one hand, on the other, you expect a blow on the one hand, and they are again on the other side, or then from above. And my bag was slightly in the direction of me, and I could no longer see, so I was able to see this interval of beating further. Because further the package has gone - and that’s it, the clearance has left. From this moment I have already stopped seeing who beats.

After that ... these days I can’t say, I can’t say what day there, several or three times. The fact that the blue is painful, these stretch marks, stretch marks, on the back ... These threats, that now their wife will bring here, will be mocking - there were such conversations so that I said about the attempt on Nalgiev.

The victim tells how the CPE officers tried to convince him that he was in North Ossetia - although he caught a glimpse of the won Nazran street outside the window, and Azan was heard from the neighboring mosque.

It so happened that they beat me and left me. And, it turns out, the next day one went in and told me ... Well, in short, since I did my job in the bag, there was not a window, nothing. They opened the window, set the fan, ventilated. "Oh, why, have you put on your pants?" That, he, scoffed again. They put a fan, ventilated the room. And he went alone and asked: “Can you write?” I said: "I can write." I thought that the confession, at that moment I was ready to sign anything. I said that I would try, since my hands were swollen. He left, after a while returned, took off his packet from his head, freed my hands. Well, the time, while I made my hands, because they are swollen, I could not even hold the pen in my hand. And he says that, now you need to write a receipt: "I will dictate, you write." I definitely ruined the sheet for two or three, because I could not write normally, it was not clear what I wrote. It was not legitimate.

The text was like that - a receipt that I was removed by law enforcement agencies on the fifth of August, then the “police” was called. Three hours later, he was questioned, after three hours he was released, I have no complaints about law enforcement agencies. Well, I wrote this piece of paper, then he took the piece of paper and said: “You are already tired, in short, we take you out. You are two or three hours for thought. ” And left. After two or three hours, he came back and said: "Well, will you say, remember?" I say that there is nothing to remember, but I agree to sign. He said displeasedly: “Finish. Let's take your job. ”

Two people went in masks, put the bag on my head, didn’t wrap them with tape, they took me on both sides and dragged me through the corridor, and so they brought me through the corridor and threw me into the car, they threw me into the trunk. At the signal, the gate opened and the movement machine began. When the car began to recruit, I made sure that she left the yard and no one would look into the trunk, I took off the bag from my head. And I see, I’m silver in the trunk of a car, there was a car without speakers, only holes for them. Through the rear window, I saw roofs, concrete, pillars, a little electricity ... For about 20-30 minutes they drove quickly, I don’t know in which direction.

Then I feel that the car from the asphalt, drove off the highway and the car entered the dust very much, it was difficult for me to breathe in the trunk. After a while, not far, for about five minutes on the road we rode, and the car began to stop. I put a bag back on my head, and at that time I was taken out of the trunk and threw me to the ground. And they said: “If you write something there on the Internet, if you complain, then all-we will kill you, not a problem.” And the car left. I looked after the fact that this is a “prior” of silver in color without numbers. And the second car nearby stopped, the white fourteenth (probably the VAZ-2114-MZ) without numbers.

Mutsolgov says that on August 5, when people in masks took him from home, he was visiting his nephew Ibrahim Tochiev. He was also detained by the security forces. “I heard his screams over the wall,” the victim recalls. According to Mutsolgov, he thought that Tochiev was thrown out of the next car in the same way - but no one responded to the screams.

I went there in this state ... During this time, they never fed me, they didn’t even remove the bag from my head. Only at one point, when I wrote a receipt on the tenth, I was fed with one piece of cake. Nothing more. The water was given periodically, but unstable, thirst also tormented me. And hunger and thirst. And I was weak, of course, after these bullying. I shouted, but realized that they did not throw out from the second car [nephew].

In the forest near the river they threw me, it turns out. And I see how young people on a white "seven" wash the car. I started screaming, they did not hear me. Then I went down to the ravine, and this is Assa River, this river quickly flows. Feet takes. I climbed into the river, but I can’t stand it, I dragged me, and so, and Syak - I wave my hands, I can’t cross this river. They paid attention, ran up, grabbed me. Спросили что с тобой, я им объяснил что меня менты избили.

Когда они спрашивали, они сказали это на чеченском языке — ну, мы понимаем, чеченский-ингушский. Я подумал, что меня в Чечню отвезли. Я спросил, где мы находимся. Они сказали — Нестеровская. Станица у нас такая есть.

Потерпевший рассказывает, что попросил у молодых людей телефон, позвонил двоюродному брату и объяснил, как его найти.

Он подъехал, естественно, обрадовался, увидев меня, посадил свою машину, спасибо им сказал, поблагодарил. Мы поехали домой, я спрашиваю, а что Точиев, племянник мой? Не нашли еще. Они меня искали, потому что у нас похищений и убийств было на тот момент много. И на третий сутки если человека не находят, то все. Говорят, даже в лесу искали ваши трупы, потому что уже сутки пятые шли. Это, можно сказать, единственный случай, что я нашелся — обычно двое-трое суток, и уже вообще не находят.

Муцольгов вспоминает, что родственники отвезли его в больницу, где врачи осмотрели его и зафиксировали повреждения. Племянник Точиев, по его словам, нашелся через несколько дней — не выдержав пыток, он подписал признания в участии в незаконном вооруженном формировании (статья 208 УК) и два года провел в заключении. Родные Муцольгова обратились к правозащитникам, а сам он, опасаясь преследования, вскоре вместе с семьей уехал жить в Магаданскую область.