In a quiet Totma, the Rosgvarder took his scores. The department behaves as if nothing had happened. But the major made the master's calls to the colleagues

On September 20, at about 14:10, a call on the phone on duty department of the private security in the Totemsky district of the Vologda region received a call. The head of the department, Major Oleg Zaitsev, called. What he talked about with the duty officer - they hide in the Russian Guard. His subordinate, Lieutenant Sergey Ivashkin, went to Zaitsev indicated by Zaitsev. He discovered the body.

Soon, a photo of the report on the incident signed by Lieutenant Colonel of the National Guard forces A. V. Getmanov appeared in the Telegram channel Ombudsman of the Police. The context was not so malevolent, but some kind of mocking-fragile. The news of the death of an employee of the Russian Guard was mixed with the context of the bezions of the bezions of the maintenance in Moscow, and it seemed as if a convex, topical message. Another episode was given in the same report: on the same day, the body of Major Ivanovsky Movo (the inter -municipal department of the private security) was found Dmitry Patranichev. He also committed suicide.

Two employees of the Russian Guard (since 2016, private security became part of the National Guard of the Russian Federation) committed suicide in one day - such a coincidence says that General Zolotov’s department is obviously not all right.

On September 21, the official representative of the Russian Guard Valery Gribakin said that the service began in the service, during which all the circumstances and causes of the incident would be clarified. Meanwhile, on the official page of the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation for the Vologda Region, nothing was said about the death of Oleg Zaitsev. Even the Totem Vesti district did not write about the death of the head of the private security.

“I was thinking of finding some kind of official information,” the editor-in-chief Margarita Neklyudova told me. “But there is still no official information, and there was nothing even in the summary of the incidents.”

Oleg was buried in the city cemetery, in a new part, by the road. From a photo on a simple wooden cross, a strong man in a police uniform looks boring. Such a photograph usually hangs on the boards of honor in the corridors of state institutions. Under the photo, the laconic signature: "Zaitsev Oleg Vasilievich 05/18/1973 - 09/20/2019". The wreaths are covered by loosened land: “From the FGKU of the VIS of Russia in the Vologda Oblast”, “from colleagues”, “from relatives”.

By September 22, approximately the same photograph was removed from the official page of the private security in the Totem district.

On October 29, Zaitsev wanted to collect all the police veterans to celebrate the day of the private security - and now everyone gathered a day later, on the magpies of the boss.

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In the biography of Oleg Vasilyevich Zaitsev there is nothing outstanding. His mother Valentina Ivanovna, his wife Olga and the eldest son of Dima refused to communicate with me - when I arrived at the Totma, only a couple of days after the tragedy. So I collected a portrait of the major according to the memoirs of former colleagues, neighbors and acquaintances.

Oleg Zaitsev came to the police around 1998, after the Vologda Military Academy of Academy (VSMHA named after Vereshchagin). In the 90s in Totma, you could go to work for a sawmill, or you can-in the police. There was no one to work at the Ministry of Internal Affairs then, so Oleg with his positive biography - he studied well at school, went to Artek, mother - school teacher, father worked in the leshoz - they immediately took the head of the boss.

Zaitsev’s life, in general, has developed. As the neighbors said: "Healthy children, wife Beauty, a pension in a year and a country house with a bathhouse." The police chief himself, Olga’s wife, with whom they were together from his student years, - deputy chairman in the Committee on Agriculture in the Totem administration. Two sons: the eldest Dmitry is studying in the third year in the Vologda state, the younger Nikita is a high school student. At first they lived in a three -room parent apartment, but a few years ago we moved to Trushka in North Lane, this is an elite city microdistrict of brick low -rise buildings. And they began to rent an old parental apartment, in addition to this, Zaitsev built a country house on the family site, somewhere next to Totma.

Well, that is, by local standards, Zaitsevs were not from the poor, from the wealthy layer. It was here that the inhabitants of Totma began to look for the roots of the terrible decision of the police chief.

“They said that at first the check was from Vologda, and they dug up there. Here you can think that a person lived out of means, agree? The car is one and the second. And he has a “Niva”, and some kind of foreign car. And there is a private car. Buy an apartment, immediately build a country house - it's not cheap, ”says the former Zaitsev neighbor, walking the cat on the porch of her house.

However, in a personal conversation with the Zaitsevi neighbor, Natalya Ivanovna Koreneva, Lieutenant Sergey Ivashkin, now the acting head of the department of private security, denied an audit from Vologda.

However, not everyone in Totma agrees that the major could kill himself from fears to incur responsibility for the fact that his family simply did not poverty.

There is another version. Julia Lavrova, journalist of the Vologda portal Ranpress.ru, referring to the National Guard acquaintances, said: “The city says: he had head problems. Two months ago, he shot his neighbors dog. They wanted to send him to a neuropsychiatric examination, and this would mean losing work. ”

The version with the dog also did not find confirmation: I asked the neighbors, but none of them could tell me whose dog shot Zaitsev. And in general, he, apparently, was not a conflict person.

The private security guards with his silence demonstrates that nothing of the kind happened in Totom: these rumors about the dog continue to walk around the city, the leadership is silent, thereby emphasizing that the cause of the tragedy, which is more like a protest than just voluntary care, was a banal quarrel. But the dying call by the major was made not by his family, but to his department.

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In a wooden hut, it is dark by the stairs, and the smells of burned oil and whites seep out of the apartments. I knock on the apartment on the ground floor, which the Zaitsevs are handed over.

- Hello! - The door is opened by a fat woman. The apartment is stuffy and crowded, albeit three rooms. The walls are finished with plastic panels. A three -year -old girl on a three -wheeled bicycle is dissected along a narrow corridor. Everywhere things are scattered.

-Do you know anything about Zaitsevs?

- Who is this?

The woman rents an apartment, she herself does not know anything about the tenants, and I could not even clarify her how much the rental of such an apartment costs. But I understood one thing: if the Zaitsevs until recently lived here, then their luxurious life can hardly be called.

In a neighboring apartment, the ambulance driver lives with his parents, on the second floor of the hut - an employee of the Russian Guard, a colleague of Zaitsev. For reference: Totem policeman has a salary of 23 thousand rubles, the ambulance driver has 18.

The city is subjected to such huts. Disturled and siding, painted and gray, with gardens and overgrown with impassable raspberries are different.

- Well, what, go to the sawmill? They pay thousands of forty there, ”Maxim tells me“ a guy in worn sneakers and a new park. Maxim graduated from eleven classes of the district school, which is already standing out from Wednesday of peers. Typically, local guys after grade 9 go to the local Polytechnic School - and then the army. Maxim works with his father in a car, something is transported to the cities. He says: next year he will go to the St. Petersburg School. Which does not matter, the main thing is Peter. In St. Petersburg, life beats with a key, and Totma seems to be in lethargy.

On weekends, people do not peek out of the house, even in a sports box no one drives the ball. There is a movement near the California cafe in the center of the town: Corporate. The name of the cafe is the curtsy towards the California chin-grain Bodeg Bay. Yes, with a deaf, slush, Totma in America, in the most sunny, white -toothed state, has a twin. Two hundred years ago, Totem bourgeois, Ivan Kuskov, became the commandant of the Ross fortress in California, and seven years ago the Indians of the Kashaya tribe - the descendants of the inhabitants of the fortress arrived in Totma. They left behind a small corner with photos in the local museum. And nothing more about California in Totom does not resemble anything: there are only FRI and hot dog potatoes from American specialists in the cafe menu. Behind the counter, a loud saleswoman in a stharged cap, in the morning, schoolchildren have breakfast in a crowd, and “three heroes” turn around the clock around the clock.

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Natalya Ivanovna Koreneva - a pleasant woman with a short haircut - was familiar with Oleg Zaitsev since childhood: they played in the same yard, although they were not friends. Koreneva works as a guide at the Museum of Local Lore, the guard of which was provided by the Zaitsev unit. For the past two months, Natalya Ivanovna has worked tightly with Oleg Vasilievich - issued a security passport for an object.

“Moreover, in my memory there are no other chiefs of private security except him. He came to the position very early. So I have been working in the museum for 26 years, it seems to me that I remember him all my life in this position, ” - we are sitting with Natalya Ivanovna in the Museum of Local Lore, in the hall of the Patriotic War. The walls are inaccurately painted black - the effect of burnt huts, the flowering branches of the fake cherries are symbolically hang on top.

On September 21, Natalya Ivanovna was driving home, returned from a business trip. Even on the road, when a mobile connection appeared, she updated Yandex-News, and found out that Zaitsev died:

“The day passed, none of the acquaintances told us what happened. We already began to call friends ourselves: "Is this Oleg Vasilievich?" We were told that yes. ”

Zaitsevs and Korenev live in neighboring houses in North Lane.

- On Sunday, I accidentally, going out onto the balcony, saw that there was a procession. The whole street was forced by cars, ”says Natalya Ivanovna.

In Totma, people are escorted on the last way to the whole city. You knew, did not know a person - all the same every day I saw him when he went to work or from work. The coffin of Zaitsev was open, but the disfigured body was covered with a white cloth. Out of the funeral came their own: colleagues, veterans. The rest - acquaintances, neighbors - of course, would also come. But Zaitsev’s death was shrouded in silence, and that the fellow villager had already been buried, many learned after.

Natalya Ivanovna recalls: in the work of Zaitsev was calm and responsible, "meticulously checked every letter." He could break to work even on a weekend. Once, Koreneva discussed with Zaitsev his future vacation, he shared: “Here after the day of the city we are leaving south, of course, I do not like it. It is more interesting for me to engage in my economy ... ".

However, at the same time, as Koreneva says, Zaitsev was looking forward to the pension: “Yes, I don’t worry much, then a year later I will be a full -fledged pensioner.” “Wow! You are younger than me, and you will be retired. ”

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The former colleague of Zaitsev Sergey Ponomarev lives in a solid log house on the outskirts of Totma. He worked for the senior group for the detention for 30 years, retired three years ago with the rank of senior warrant officer. For three years, Ponomarev built a bathhouse in retirement, conducted a sewer, is now engaged in repairs in his house. At the gate, a “homemade beast” is parked - a spotted “Zhiguli” on huge wheels.

It can be seen that Ponomarev is a man with his hands.

In faded pants with stripes and a shirt fastened to all buttons, Sergey is stirring boards in the hallway, next to the floor screaming a TV. "Can I see your certificate?" - “sniffs” me.

“Why are you freezing a girl? Why don't you eat tea? " - Screams from the flower garden, the wife of Sergey Anna - a peppy woman in an old tracksuit.

And so we are sitting in a cozy kitchen, drinking tea, discussing the everyday life of a provincial police.

- The neighbor says: “I'm walking around the city, Sergey drives in a car. And nearby two boys are 17 years old, strong. One says to the other: “See? This is Ponomarev rides, cop, by car. ” Second: "Well?" - “Ponomarev is his last name. Damn, he caught up with me once - in short, I almost described it! ” - laughing, recalls Anna. - He is 50, and that 17. He caught up with a gun and in the body armor.

Anna is a former physical education teacher at a local college.

-My groups had all the guy. Youth is 17-18 years old, hunting somewhere to ram, throw out energy. The husband comes from duty, says that mine is again shomodnic. I ask him: “Just do not take it into the monkey, do not take it away. Let them stomp into the hostel. ” In the morning I call them (knocking a finger on the table): "Were?" They: "How do you know?" "Well, you never know how I know." I’ll give them a lecture - they calm down for a while.

Ponomarev remembers well. They say: “He was the boss around the clock,” and therefore burned out.

“Only from the positive side I can say about him,” Sergey discusses his colleague. - I can not provide you with any fried facts. It would be a bad person - they would not take it to the Russian Guard. They would not have been translated, not certified. Strict, active. He worked himself - and saturated us.

Ponomarev wonders why Zaitsev could decide on such an act. And does not find an answer:

- You go by car with your family, got into an accident, the family died - I see. An incurable disease is understandable. You go and crushed the child - I can understand ... tired? So write a report.

Ponomarev throws a woolen vest on my shoulders - they have not yet managed to insulate the kitchen. Anna puts on the table a rich borsch, presnyaks - open pies of rye dough with potatoes, and Totem sour cream.

Now we are talking about life, and for the Russian Guard in this life.

Ponomarev is known about the summer rallies from the TV - they work as a background for them.

“They heard, and the police are doing it right,” Ponomarev says confidently.

- I believe that the police are also not protected from the people. You can call a policeman in any way, to humiliate it in any way, ”his wife supports.

“This summer I worked at rallies,” I carefully insert. - There were times when the Rosgvardists took passers -by for anything, scrape everyone in a row. Even those who accidentally hit the arm, just came to Moscow to take a walk ...

The kettle boiled, and Anna screams from the stove:

- Ah, so they did not rally?

“Do not make fools from the police,” Sergey is getting excited. - Just came for a walk around Moscow during a rally - a wonderful excuse. Everyone is well aware that for a rally. "And I was just picking on the phone." In fact, he came specifically to provoke this police. Kaif receives.

“We only see the situation from the TV,” Anna submissively summarizes, drinking words with tea.

“People received fines for trying to express their disagreement, many undeservedly condemned the criminal article,” I continue to insist.

“Not so many, but a few,” Ponomerv corrects me. -And right, if he splashed gas to the riot police or, for example, threw something.

“A glass,” I help him.

“This is a humiliation of dignity,” Anna inserts.

Ponomarev thoroughly washes his hands fat from chicken, looks out the window at a dull fence:

“Why should I come home from work without eye, and my wife and disabled people live?” I am a state person. In the 90s there was a deed, there were bandits around. Three classes will finish, the money appeared and fingers with a fan, they say to the cops: “Who are you?” So, consider, everything is democratic now.

Totma, Vologda region

PS

A month and a half has passed after the death of Oleg Zaitsev. The results of a departmental audit on the fact of his death have not yet been announced, no one said what he suffered so much that he preferred death to life. The Russian Guard did not give any assessments to this event, as well as all life and honest, albeit inconspicuous work of their employee. The face of the Russian Guard is now represented by completely different people.