In the first days of January 1982, I, a newly-cooked lieutenant of the militia, went from Central Russia on a trip to the Transcarpathians.
And how it was not to go if, in one of my first criminal cases on fraud, the citizen of G. G. 1910 was detained in Moscow, who was declared by me in all-Union search. convicted of theft and fraud.
During the interrogations, which took place at me as usual “in a warm friendly environment”, the arrested person told me that in one of the last episodes of the accusation she sold the stolen jewelry to the staff of the sanatorium in Western Ukraine.
I was always going to “only belt,” so on Christmas 7 January I was already in Uzhgorod. Overnight in the hotel, in the morning was in a sanatorium near the city.
The director of the sanatorium treated my mission with understanding, helped me in its execution, but warned that I should be introduced to the local ments. I didn’t mind, especially because I counted on their help.
First appeared the district Vanya, then came two more "shops", dressed as a citizen. To me, at the height of 170 all the two-meter men seem to be cabinets.
They turned out to be employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Ukrainian SSR, who guarded the resting in the sanatorium of the Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs of Ukraine. In general, they were four, guarded and rested alternately in pairs. They had their room in the sanatorium with an enormous bed.
The guys instructed Van to provide me with all the necessary help, as it was necessary to work in the settlements. Closer to the evening, we and Vanessa established all the buyers, interrogated, confiscated the values. We went to the cafe to drink tea, drank, as usual, vodka (but from the tea bar). They took vodka and vodka with them (Vanja found) to serve colleagues, and returned to the sanatorium. I had to go home the next morning. The “guarded body” went to sleep, so everyone relaxed.
We sat down with the guys five in their room to “talk” and ate dinner together. The question of the place of my bedroom did not arise at all. We communicated very mentally and qualitatively (the boys also "were" and a lot), so in the morning I found my body on the above-described bed in the same pile with the bodies of all four bodyguards lying on the fold.
Well, they fed me breakfast, wished me a happy trip and spent. The impressions of that meeting remained the warmest of all.
And even more pleasant impressions added a girl traveler who was driving in my coupe to Moscow. She just got smoked fat and homemade sausage out of her bags, the whole wagon was swallowed with saliva, and our coupe delicacies more delicious than I have never tried since.
What did I remember? The Soviet ments always found a common language among themselves, because in general they did one thing – they fought crime, although they regularly distracted us to all kinds of nonsense such as someone’s protection or participation in all sorts of events held “for the hole”. In a dreamy dream, we could not have dreamed that we could become enemies.