A blow to the liver, unlimited protest is eternal: the story of a detainee beaten by the police

Dmitry Baturo / Photo from the Baturo archive

An indefinite action took place on Tverskaya, I participated in it. About 40 minutes after the beginning, a car rose drove up, people go out of it without a uniform, people begin. In general, I was surprised at first. I did not run away, stayed in place. Then people in uniform ran. They started running after reporters. I calmly spoke with two people standing on the sidewalk. As the guys, detained with me, told me, a man passed by me, in a civilian one and pointed a finger at me. Then they grabbed me.

I say: “Imagine. What happens at all? " The police silently broke their hands and dragged me into a car carrier. They put it on the car, hands on board, began to beat with our feet, yell “spread my legs”, there was no answer to all my questions, only the mat.

There were already two people in Avtozak. One is not at all out of the “unlimited”, one is ours. Following me they brought a woman who said that a concert was held in the square and she clapped the speaking on stage. We asked the police to show the documents, to be called, to explain what was happening, but there was no answer. The only thing we were able to achieve was they showed their badges.

They began to carry us around the city, first in circles, then they brought us to some kind of unfamiliar police department, then they brought it to Tverskaya. We began to demand documents. I said that I will not give my documents to anyone.

They say: "The documents must be attributed to the department." I answer: “I don’t know, you don’t introduce me, nothing, you don’t explain what is happening, you don’t put forward any accusations, don’t say if I am detained.”

The rest also refused to give their documents. The policeman realized that it was pointless to ask for further. He said: "Well, then what is your passport data, I will write it down now." The rest of the guys began to be called. The policeman said: "If you do not give your data, then you will continue to commemorate." They recorded everyone except me. The policeman waited a long time to still call, but then he waved his hand and told my colleague: “Then you will throw me on WhatsApp, in short.” I was in shock then. Some data on WhatsApp police send each other, something new. Personal data, passport data. Of course, I was indignant at this.

Our guys came up from the “unlimited”, stood around the car carrier and began to scream “Let go, let go!”. The police, apparently, decided to ride again, pushed people, almost suppressed them with a car, and shoved them to the roadway.

One of the people at the department arrived on a bicycle and followed the car carrier. He rode along the sidewalk in parallel to us, shouted to us: "Where are you being taken?" We shouted in response, he still managed to inform passers through that we were illegally detained. The police noticed the chase and tried to tear themselves away - they turned on the flashing beacon, siren and increased speed. It is clear that this was an emergency, because the driver went into the oncoming lane, and turned it through several lanes, and drove into red. And the evening was - traffic in the center is large.

Employees did not respond to our requests to slow down. We were thrown along the autozak, the woman who was with us received a lot of bruises because of this. We asked them: "Please stop driving." There is no seat belts in Avtosak, we were afraid that we would just be broken down, God forbid we have an accident in a car carrier. But because of traffic jams, they still did not work out from the cyclist. The car braked, and both police officers - the driver and the bald who was driving with us in the back, ran out into the street. They grabbed the guy and dragged them into a car gut.

Then the bald returned to the street: he, apparently, went for a bicycle. At the same time, the grille of the Autosak branch remained open - in front of her stood a driver, similar to the Buryats - a narrow section of the eyes, such a wide face. Once again I ask: "We are detained or not, tell me?" He is silent. I say: "It is good if I am not detained, I probably can get out of here." He is silent. Then I began to press the buttons that open the autosak door. The driver says to me: "What are you doing?" I ask again: "So I am detained or not?" He is silent. I say: "So if I am not detained, then I can go out!" And I take a step towards the door. At this moment, he beats me with his knee in the stomach, in the lower chest, maybe a little to the right. Honestly, I was confused somehow, I began a sharp pain in the area of the stomach and liver, and I was folded in half and threw me inside the car carrier, in jail. Here. After that, the policeman slammed the bars and went outside. I lay, the pain did not retreat, the bald one came and dragged the bicycle. The driver sat in the cab and drove further at high speed.

I asked to call an ambulance. I generally had gastritis in adolescence, and then there was a very severe pain, I was afraid that the ulcer could open from the blow. This bald comrade was sitting, clapping his eyes in surprise. I thought I was pretending, or what? As a result, we arrived back to Tversky. Our guys came up with reporters together, shouted, demanded that we be released.

The bald one left the car carrier and began to shoot on the video of everyone who was at the car, and at the same time took off the badge and removed it. People began to ask him why he removed the badge. And I, being in the car, told the guys on the street that this person did not call me an ambulance, although I have long been asking to do it, because my stomach and chest hurt a lot. Everyone also shot the actions of the police on the video. They photographed, like a driver who hit me, takes the keys to the pocket and tries to erase the number on his token. Just takes the key and rubs it.

Then four or five police officers came to us, one of them even introduced himself and showed the documents after our request. He offered to go with him. I said that my stomach hurts very much and I won’t go anywhere, because I consider what is happening illegal. “I will leave the autozak only in order to follow an ambulance,” I say. One police officers took out a camera and began to shine a lantern in my face, asking: "So you refuse to proceed with us?" I realized what he was leading to, and replied that I was not going to impede the legal actions of police officers, but during the detention the protocol was not drawn up, they did not explain to me what I was detained, and so on and so on, your actions are illegal. They closed them so in their heads, they did not know what to do next, and just over and over again asked: “That is, you refuse? Refuse? Refuse? "" They were lost and did not understand what to do. The policeman with the camera removed her, turned off the flashlight. The rest of the people in Avtosak also began to refuse to go out before they called an ambulance.

Suddenly the bald one jumps with crazy eyes, says: "Come on, pull it out of here." Here, already without any words, four people grab me and pull me out. The pains did not stop at the same time, they drag me, and I begin to turn off. As a result, they actually drag me on asphalt. People gathered at the department are trying to get into the coupling, to take me away from the police. Those drag me and are in parallel from people. That is: one employee with some incomprehensible capture holds my hands, the other by the legs. People surround the police, and the one from the side of the legs throws me to the ground and tries to push people away. Thus, I am dragged along the asphalt, along the sidewalk, all that is possible. In the process, they tear my shirt, pull the jacket, generally removed it, barely held it in my hands - there were documents and wallet there.

Somehow, in general, they stuffed me into the department and put me on the seat in the lobby. There was an inadequate woman. She began to provoke me. He sits and floods: “Here, look, how inappropriate they are ...” She sat in the corner next to another woman and seemed to lead a dialogue with her, but in fact she played public and type provoked me on return replicas. The guys talked to her, and she said that she had something to do with the police.

Then finally arrived an ambulance, or rather two ambulances at once. One was caused by a woman who was traveling with us in a car carrier, and the second, apparently, the guys who were around. Doctors go to the department and say: “We need to inspect it. Let him go into an ambulance. " The police refuse. Doctors began to argue with them, they say: “You are adequate, no? There is nowhere to put it, you have no couch here to see it normally. ” After the bickering, the doctor says: “Well, okay, let's look for a couch from you,” they argued for 10 or 15 minutes, as a result, the doctor still convinced the police that I needed an ambulance. One employee was sent with us. He even wanted to get into the car with me so that I suddenly did not run away from there, but the doctors would not allow him.

They put me on the couch there, began to check the stomach. Almost throughout my stomach I had acute pain. The doctors were convinced that I did not pretend, they said that there was a suspicion of acute cholecystitis. “Well, to leave you here?” They ask. I say: “In the sense? So that they would bring me to death at all, or what? " Then the doctor went and for another 15 minutes explained to the police that I needed to be taken to the hospital, but the police did not need to go with me. And I was taken to Sklifosovsky.

When I was injected intravenously, Vienna burst under my pressure. Doctors said this is normal in a stressful situation. Vienna burst - this is when bleeding under the skin, such a bruise spreads on the hand at the bending place, like half of a wide bracelet. It looks, in short, scary. Then they tried Vienna on the other hand - and the second vein also burst, as I understood. It became a little easier for me from the injection, although the pain did not stop, and then I was torn right in the ambulance.

When I was brought to the hospital, the ambulance doctor advised me to say in the reception department that I ate something sharp. I was not going to do this, but when I was examined already in the hospital, the doctor asked a strange question: "There were violations in the diet?" I replied that today I really didn’t eat anything. Then they brought a portable ultrasound, scanned me and told me to hospitalize.

Then, when the doctor on duty examined me, I told him that they hit me. He looked at me very surprised and exclaimed: “hit? Che? " Nobody told him about it, as I understand it. I told him the whole story about a policeman, auto -zak, an ambulance. I lay in the hospital for six days, conducted various studies, but it was clear that doctors did not want to fix anything. For example, in addition to the abdomen, I wanted bruises to be recorded that the police dragged me. I say: "Look, here is a bruise." And they: "This is not a bruise." “Well, what is it,” I say, “a hematoma or what?” Violation of soft tissues? " They answer: "Well, there is nothing like that." I show the bruise again. They reluctantly agree: “Well, yes, yes, well, if you put a sense of nonsense.

I say: "Please fix that I am complaining about this, that the traumatologist refused to call and fix it all." They answer: "You have no internal injury, you do not need a traumatologist." After three days of my persuasion, doctors still recorded one bruise, the largest. In the epicrisis, it is reflected. And the X -ray was made to me only after a second ultrasound. The woman who made me an ultrasound said that I had a bruise on the liver and asked, after which I began to complain about pain. I replied that it was because of the blow. And here she is-before her my history of the disease lies-looks at me with square eyes, and says: "Because of what blow?" I tell her everything again. And she asks: "Why didn't you complain?" Well, how did you not complain? From the very beginning I complained that this was a policeman. I think that after that they have already brought into the history of the disease that I complained about a blow. In short, I still had to drip on the brain to doctors so that they would do everything right.

And when I was taken to computed tomography, I generally had an allergic reaction due to iodine-containing contrast introduced by me. I began to sneeze, cough and suffocate. They could not call the doctor for a long time, and they did not have antihistamines. They searched for antihistamines, began to discuss even the need to send me to intensive care. As a result, one sister dug up somewhere antihistamines.

I don’t know how high -quality this tomography was made in the end, but then the attending physician told me that nothing was detected and, perhaps, a bruise on the liver is not a bruise. However, before the discharge itself was a professor’s bypass, and the professor, having examined me, said to the attending person: “Write to him a traumatic pancreatitis.” The doctor nodded. But in the epicrisa, he still wrote “acute pancreatitis in mild form”, exacerbation of gastritis and the displacement of the esophagus. The attending person told me that most likely I have a bruise of the soft tissues of the abdominal cavity, but in the epicrisa he did not indicate this.

Now the pain is mostly not tormented, but there is discomfort, if I turn sharply or sit in one position for a long time. I want the policeman to be responsible for what I did. The lawyers of the Committee against torture I turned to were warned that because of this they could have started a criminal case for an attack on a policeman, for example. They will try to turn this story in my direction. They may try to bribe, agree or intimidate.

I believe that the guys from “unlimited protest” are doing the right thing. This is complete nonsense: people are grabbed for applause or empty batman. Some animal fear of power in front of young guys who do nothing radical. Sometimes during the detentions I communicate with the police: “Now people surrounded your car carrier, almost swing him, what are you achieving? So that they act more radically? " They look away.