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The Night Before Christmas.
Early on the morning of the sixth January 1994 a heavy cell door finally opened, and on the verge of a dark rose escort:.
- Sergeev, the output.
On the bed stood a young blond man in a green plaid shirt. He hesitated at the marked time -tables, while the ensign is not barked:.
- Come out with your belongings!.
The guy has collected toiletries, remnants of cookies, change of socks and a sweater, packed it all into a bag and walked to the door. Before you slam the door, looked intently Comptroller guy collated its pretty face with images. Zeke scratched his close-cropped head and nodded toward the camera:.
- You can at least say goodbye to the chum?.
In the cell, turning to a dirty wall, gap-toothed, peacefully snuffling cellmate. Ensign swore and slammed the door shut with a noise. The duty of the body to stop the process checked the accompanying documents and plunged his gaze dreamily at the chin convict:.
- Last name, first name.
- My?.
- I know his.
- Valentin Sergeyev.
- Date of birth?.
- Nineteen sixty-eight.
- Place of birth?.
- Vitebsk.
Electronic lock clicked, snakes moved under the supervision of the prison gate. At the checkpoint, there was another flash interviews with duty. The last formality. Finally, the heavy gates stepped aside, opening the way to freedom. Yesterday the prisoner on trembling with excitement feet out into the street. Step it became faster and faster. Neva Gray Dawn seemed to him unreal, and this morning - sleep. Only when the ' Crosses ' heavy half black corridors of the distant past, Oleg Danilin - namely, the so- called twenty-three killer, a sigh of relief and turned to the shop. He moistened his parched throat with two glasses of tomato juice, bought cigarettes and walked to the bus stop. He tried to imagine what a commotion starts in the ' Crosses ' after a few hours, then left his meager imagination alone. Morning flight raced Danilin Vasileostrovsky in an area where a cousin lived.
Danilin's cellmate, as you probably guessed by the name of Sergeev woke up, stretched to a crisp in the back and gave himself up to dreams of a Christmas party in the arms of friends and girlfriends. He is getting all screwed up here by a slight case, and this morning was supposed to leave prison on parole. The lawyer did not eat their bread for nothing. Why not be said of employees secure, checked the sleepy stack of papers with the metric, ' FAS ' and ' profile ' Sergeyev.
According to the evil whims of fate, the killer Danilin, received from the district court for fifteen years of intensive regime, and waiting in the ' Crosses ' stage was the same mordaty, sheared and gray eyes like his cellmate. Prolonged contact, which lasted almost a month, nothing less than a. Danilin get acquainted not only with native Belarusian interlocutor places, but the details of his personal life. It all came during the liberation of the places strazhnyh.
So, Sergeev finish his dream, an empty bed neighbor was surprised and walked briskly to the cell. At lunch he began to worry and when the next food distribution boomed in the trough:.
- Merry Christmas, commander of the. How much do I have mulberries cuckoo? .
And suddenly he was horrified to learn that this ration is intended Danilin, that is how he could, but at the same time it. Troubles and dirty suspicion crept into the soul of the prisoner inflated neighbor. Sergeyev put a bowl on the floor and that there are forces drummed their fists on the door.
- Sergeev here - he cried a terrible voice that shook even the walls. - Let me out! .
In his excitement, he turned a bowl of soup. Half an hour later the door opened, and dragged him along the corridor. The substitution was revealed quickly, and Sergeyev, lit a new term - for aiding in the escape. Although his face was read whatever you want, but not a deliberate murderer assistance Danilin. After interrogation and inspection Sergeeva still released from prison, although the next day. On the trail of his cellmate embarked operative search group. One of them came to his brother Danilin. At the time, as angry guards climbed flights of stairs, touching the fugitive asleep at the kitchen table. He trapeznichat the second day, and intoxicated him not only the spirit of liberty foolishly leaning. In the corner of the kitchen empty bottles lined up battery. Having identified the dead drunk Danilin, who were not able to revive even the army boots, the guards dragged him to the car.
Fugitive oklemalsya in the same cell of the same ' Crosses '. He had long felt his head, swollen from the vodka, bumps and falls from a low altitude. My head spun fragments of thoughts and memories that could not manage to put together. In the end, Danilin recalled the prison gates, a vague entity the duty officer at the checkpoint, binge brother. But it all seemed a dream. Prisoner of distrust felt cold wall, table and screwed again began to wade through the fragments of thoughts. In the end he decided that all the recent events - no more than a dream, and quiet. Physical ailments, he wrote off a fight with cellmate, who was apparently dragged to the cooler, in my head spun silly phrase: ' He fell, hit his head, lost consciousness. ' Two hours later, Danilin surprised yet again: he was charged with escape from custody. To lead the head it was too.
They died at the opening.
Shoots, where the fugitive chooses the most bloodless and easy way for yourself, using someone else's papers have become classics. Upon arrival in the convict prison remand photographer immortalizes his ' face ' and ' profile'. Pictures are included in the prison business and serve as the main distinguishing feature, instead of the thief on the stage of Ivanov's not the killer went Petrov. To identify and convict can fingerprint (according to the English antropometrologa Galton, the probability of matching a print of one finger with the imprint of another is expressed by the ratio of 1:4. If one person designs to remove all ten fingers, the probability of coincidence with the fingerprints of another will be equal to 1:64. 000. 000. 000. The population of the globe exclude even a single word of all ten fingerprints. All of his observations and calculations included in the book, Galton ' Fingerprints ' which was released back in 1892 ), but in most cases, the prison administration does not bother yourself with this hassle, limited resemblance and control issues.
And then, to distinguish new recruits from photographs clipped from ' vertuhaya ' required some effort. Hallway lighting and chronic concern Supervisors - best friends prison adventures. Most often, the substitution took place in the transmissions. After a transit prison clock circulates the flow of prisoners waiting to step into various corners of Russia. In the book ... Burlak won such an important service to its ' twin ' in the cards. Prison Kotlas knows many of these shoots. Fugitive did not have to grapple with concrete walls, or dive into the waste of communication. Experienced snakes, often a repeat offender, was looking for a suitable beginner, sentenced to two to three years (say, for a fight ), and concluded a deal with him. The old thief suavely argued that zeku for this scam threatens only a couple of days in the cooler. During his silence on the stage of the selection offered money, warm clothes, food. Numbered ostochertevshaya Army prisoners guards looked at one person. In addition, a small swag could ' catch up tired ' or ' increase drowsiness ' protection.
Transit always overcrowded prisons. Sometimes, ' the guard ' could not close the cell door and worked with his boots in order to move the stick out of the doorway prisoners. ' Stress and many were candid Kotlas forward - remember Alexander Solzhenitsyn. - Stress the ceiling, it opened the way for the whole European Russian North-East, bluntly, because it was already deep in the Archipelago and to whom hide. It was just a piece of land, divided by fences into cells, and cells are trapped. Although there is already densely settled peasants in 1930, but in 1938, and not all were placed in a rickety one-story barracks of gorbylka, covered. tarpaulin. By the autumn sleet and freezing people have lived here just against heaven on earth. However, they did not give stiffen still, they always believed, invigorates checks ( been there twenty thousand people at a time ) or sudden nocturnal searches. Later in these cells broken tent erected in the other cabins - two stories high, but in order to reduce the cost of construction is reasonable - intermediate floor is not laid, as soon piled six-storey bunks with vertical ladders on the sides that are goners, and had to climb the sailors. In the winter of 1944-45, when they were all under the roof, was located only seven and a half thousand of them died on the day - fifty men and a stretcher, bore to the morgue, not ever rested '.
In the late 40s one of the Kotlas prisoners, pretending to be a corpse, left the chamber on a stretcher and was transferred to the prison morgue, where he intended to escape. ' Living Corpse ' chose the day when the prison doctor came down with colds and each case is sent to death of a young medical assistant, shakes Kotlas sentence for theft of state property. The assistant did not feel the pulse of the confusion in the chamber, and believed the Tale, solemnly swear that the ' corpse ' lying dead in a day is able to. Two nurse 's body was loaded onto a stretcher and hauled to the morgue. Left alone in the cold and looking around stacks of white man, the fugitive decided in this gloomy place not to stay. He found a dirty smock nurse, and putting it toward the door. But that was closed. It was impossible to escape through a window and. We had to wait for staff. When the door finally opened and entered two orderlies, snakes hiding among drug. He managed to quietly leave the morgue. He walked a hundred meters and in the end, I realized that to leave the prison can not be. An hour later, the failed fugitive threw the robe and surrendered to the protection of. Otdubasiv homeless convict, who claimed that he was in the morgue by mistake, since for a long time in the chamber lain unconscious, ' the guard ' again pushed the prisoner in a cell. On this tour he completed between the barracks and.

There were times when the pretender did not get to the morgue to escape, and with the intent to take a break from work, even in this dismal company. The trick could have ended tragically and walk to the anecdote in which a pathologist writes in his conclusion: ... In the best case lzhepokoynik lay at rest until the next morning. When the doctor arrived and was preparing to rip convict from the throat to the stomach, the deception was revealed. Sometimes it went to the morgue ' prison guards ' corpse and unceremoniously pierced with a bayonet. In more rare cases, his head was broken with a hammer. There was nothing surprising in the fact that the simulator was late in the morgue for much longer than planned.

With the substitution of the fugitive left the prison camp, or legally. He willingly goes through all the formalities, signs in magazines and on someone else is serving a prison case. The scam required certain rules, otherwise the whole idea could fail miserably, and for attempting to escape to the addition to the award deadline. Without venturing a close resemblance troublesome operation was considered madness. Although in 1959 on Krasnopresnenskaya sending someone decided to change Praschin a Jew Tontsem. As a freckle-faced, broad- Tula was able to persuade Tontsa anemic, which spetsnaryadu had to go to the steel works as engineer, nobody knows. The substitution failed. The convoy, which arrived in Tontsem personally, immediately sensed something was wrong. Rough and how to face nedorisovannaya Prashina little in keeping with the formulas and drawings for steel. One of the officers opened a folder with a personal matter and asked Tontsa called his place of birth. After a few minutes with high cheekbones recidivist writhing on the floor under the boots of the Supervisory convoy. When the prisoner was able to answer questions only with a nod of the head, dragged him to the BUR ( medium security barracks ), and left there for two weeks. Then began a process engineer. Tontsu got less. Not because of a poor Jew, claimed that the substitution took place during his sleep without his participation, but rather because the engineer was still needed steel. After talking to the security section office Tonts could look at the world through narrow slits swollen eyelids.

For prison ' castling ' first required physical resemblance, that is equivalent to replacing. Desirable factor was the similarity of sequence numbers on clothing.

moles.

With special attention and care of the operational track ' moles ', m. e. those trying to escape to freedom through the underground passage. Kuma can put up with card games, lethargic recreation authority, informal relations in the area. However, in preparing to escape, they can not close my eyes. Security section shall prevent an escape in the bud. Otherwise, she will meet staff movements. Any work with informers, requires Olympic composure. However, a special category of professional moles. Tunnel - a collective work, and before you stick a spoon or a bowl in the ground, moles are calculated in a cell or barracks informer. Then he cleverly misleading. Particular caution and courtesy due to the fact that the pit dug harder than make a cat or a bribe ' vertuhaya '. One misstep - and multi-day work goes in vain.

Alone with a serious undermining not cope. Zeku - alone can bite through the passage in ' wicker ', hide in the tank with sewage, dig with a pipe in coal and Impersonate another cut window bars, etc.. Chronicle of the shoots indicates that the tunnel are at least three people, and the maximum. In one of Brazil's prisons through a long tunnel, which was prepared for almost six months, has left nearly one thousand prisoners. Such an accumulation of people in a specific, even clothing for South America caused a mild panic in the neighborhood. To help the police were sent army units. Within days, the vast majority of prisoners re- plunged into prison life.

January 13, 1993 morning prison guards in the Georgian town Ksani was surprised to peace and tranquility in the cells of the sixth post. It turned out that all 154 prisoner last night successfully left the state-owned Wall. They broke down the bars and small groups, quietly got out into the yard, in a secluded place where they waited for an underground channel, leading to the city water system.

Six months later, a similar misfortune fell on the administration of the Lenin- Kuznetsk IUT strict regime. Twenty-three were held prisoner on all fours, twenty-five meters by two-meter layer of earth and just left a good memory. But most surprising was not that. Led a group of moles a person completely devoid of the authority of the camp - a rapist from Orenburg Victor Lubinsky, whose lawyers are barely saved from execution. In the early 90's Lubinsky raped and killed (and then raped again ) fifteen schoolgirl. In the detention center he wanted to amputate the penis, and only the hasty transfer to another cell rapist lives saved. Lubinsky was fifteen years old and left LeninskKuznetsky, which managed to hide the fact that the last of his biography. Apparently, the fear of exposure, beyond which stood at the best angle cock, he quickly amassed a group of like-minded. The channel dug makeshift shovels, made in roofing shop. Mobile investigative teams tied half of the fugitives for five days. Many of them did not even try to lie on the bottom. Some hid in the mother, the other - a brother or sister, and some even returned to their families. There were those who set out on a massive binge, meeting militia mighty snoring. The remaining escapees caught already in Siberia, where they arrived on stolen vehicles. Himself took Liublinska in Novosibirsk.

In early July 1995 from the ITA -18 (Kazan ), a ten- nine prisoners left the underground tunnel and secure setting for two cars disappeared. In the hole dug under the perimeter fence of the camp, came to see the minister of internal affairs. Head of the security section helplessly spread his hands on the ' mole ' or one of his informants did not report.

All ten meters were dug tablespoons and use the plastic bags. Although this simple tool, many will smile, but he has a great fame. In 1976, a medium security penitentiary convicts Pavlograd only three spoons dug twelve meters under the ' interlaced ' and ' forbidden zone '. Earth endured in their own uniforms and rammed a dozen meters from the entrance. Earthworks have lasted almost a month. A more serious application of tablespoons observed in Chisinau dopre old jail from which he loved to run Gregory Kotovsky. Seven suspects to pick open the wall and pulled out an old brick. Further work has gone more fun, the day taken out of a brick, but after three weeks in the gaping hole in the wall, which could get through the thickest of the inmates. To guard, which conducted the shakedown daily, did not find the fruits of their labor, convicts every time laying the bricks back to the wall and plastered seams bread crumbs, soiled with dust. At night, convicts got out the camera and climbed to the roof of the prison. At this point, they noticed the clock on the tower and opened fire with a machine gun. After a minute of fugitives shot almost the entire prison guard.

Four brave men immediately went back down and climbed back into his cell. However, three of whom threatened to maximum sentences, took a chance and went for a breakthrough. They managed to jump over a fence and disappear into the night. As you can see, a tablespoon - a serious tool, or if you want to Arms. Flatware is very easy to turn into a grind. Prison practices knows many cases when sharpened on the chamber floor with spoons convicts repairing disassembly and sang bawdy sentences.

All nine prisoners who escaped from Kazan ITA -18, were caught. Three of them lasted for only four days free. The rest were caught in different parts of the republic and were brought to a common meeting place. The latter took the prisoner at the railway station. He was stuck with a beard, which is borrowed from an acquaintance of the local storekeeper Drama about banks and interest in Train to Moscow. During the arrest convict worked well for a pensioner, and even waved a dirty little book, which from a distance looked like a pension certificate. Then he spat, tore his beard, and asked him to convey it back to the theater. In order not to have Nabavi godkov five for stealing collective property.

In 1991, the story of another great escape supplemented with a unique case. At this time, thanks to correctional institution YUZH-313/100 (Kharkiv region, the village Temnovka ). Among the total abundance of facts, legends and myths that history is full of shoots, temnovsky case is unique. At the very least, unique to this day he does not have. It goes back to ' mole '.

Once Sergei Vashenko from the second group had wandered into a machine shop and thoughtfully stopped by an iron tank, which splashed the remains of an emulsion. This creation is suddenly evoked strong polurzhavoe such strange thoughts that Vashenko could not remain alone with them. The next day, he whispered to his chum, odnootryadnikom Barsukov.

- Zametut, for sure zametut - nervous sidekick, already rubbing their hands. - Under the tank, you say?.

- Yes. I've already figured. thirty meters. No more.

- How much?.

Vashchenko looked frightened, and went to wash. By evening, Barsukov has become more accommodating, and even promised to renew the dispatcher through the dresses in the shop. A week later, both the prisoner actually worked in mehtsehe. Near them on the lathe practiced former miner stope Boris - Gutyrya - plump, rosy-cheeked good man convicted of stealing mine detonators and five checkers ammonalovyh. After some hesitation, decided to devote a bold plan and his unusual. Gutyrya massaged long square chin, smacking his lips and finally spoke:.

- Six months. not less than.

- With six months? .

- Dig for six months. And even more.

The opinion of the former coal miner, did not contest the firing pin. Since the end of the term of all three loomed in the last years of the second millennium, half underground nobody scared. The same day, was hit on his hands and began to develop escape. The plan was so strange and design - vatym that would alert anyone. But not the miner Gutyryu.

- Explanatory invented - he said, looking at something in the corner. - Especially with trolley. If all goes well - tics - the cops in life is not doprut. Trust me. Begin next week. Now, keep away from each groomsman. Found only here.

Next week, the remains of convicts bailed bucket of emulsion in the tank and cut the bottom of the autogenous. In the two-leaf cover tank immediately put electric lock, which opened the button on the next machine. The first went into the tank Vashenko. He put on a two halves, and is still suffering from the acrid smell and began to dig a short shovel the earth under the tank and fill a bucket at his feet. Five minutes later, he quietly knocked on the lid, took a gulp of fresh air and handed a bucket. Earth poured directly into the shop, mixed with cement and carefully stamped metal ingots dvuhpudovoy. An hour later dived into the tank Barsukov. Zeki cheerfully hauled buckets in the corner and the floor was covered with a layer of smooth studio. At the end of shift cover is closed for Gutyrey.

The pit under the tank quickly deepened, but at the same time growing levels of sex. Land with cement tamp been around the shop. Barsukov personally oversaw the uniformity of the coating, with an effort moving his pig. A week later the hole left in the direction of control and defensive barriers. Underground hard workers quickly began to sweat and gasping from dust. They were working in the dark, half-blind as moles, which will handle poked and filled the bucket touch. After working as a week, convicts engaged in electrical wiring. Vashchenko and Barsukov pulled from electrical cable buried in the floor and allowed to go under the tank. Soon the three-meter corridor covered crude bright light. The work went vigorous. Inspired Gutyrya removed the engine from idle machine and two days designed a fan that could be pumped through a hose from the dusty air minizaboya. The new mechanism was immediately tested underground and soon became another proud Gutyri. Yet the problem remained with fresh air. ' Moles ' could not long remain under the ground, even in bright light and humming fan. But the escape plan and provide for this nuance.

From an oxygen cylinder that was intended for Welding and that collecting dust in a corner, a narrow paved convicts hose. Through a hose into the ground to supply oxygen. The tunnel continued to deepen. Ground work has already began to resemble a kind of fun. Quirky tuzhilis heads over new ' twists ', without which it could well do. Former coal mine sinker suddenly refused to carry buckets of the tunnel, and suggested that make as much narrow-gauge railway. His comrades twiddle your finger to his temple, but was soon absorbed by the new unusual undertaking, began to empty into the tank valve open U. Gutyrya emboldened to the point that dragged into the tunnel welding machine. He carefully laid the electrical cable along the wall, strengthened, as in the good old days, the walls and ceiling, and began to lay the rails.

It is interesting that the active farming is not reflected in employment figures. Whether graft convicts covered outfits, or titanic efforts making up a plan. During these six months, until the camp laid ' underground ' in the machine shop many times looked a search. Soldiers voroshil pile reinforcement, losing weight with each passing month, overturned boxes of spare parts, tools and even fingered the open lid of the tank. But he was still empty, falling into the tunnel, ' mole ' steel plate covered the bottom of the tank, driving wedges under it special. During a shakedown brazen convicts do not even stop to dig a tunnel.

From sheet metal parts made ​​easy Gutyrya convenient trolley, which was lowered onto the rails of the channels and valves. Underground trolley laden with thrilling thunder rolled to the tank, which was unloaded by the same buckets. Hot Barsukov had intended to attach the winch to the tank, but a sober Gutyrya sarcastically remarked:.

- Let's have run the Lift. In the three-storey. A?.

Raw land was granted out to the surface hundredweights. For six months the studio floor level rose by nearly half a meter. Despite the fact that dragged the ground and trampled honestly looked up at the entrance to the shop had to put sloping threshold, so that the floor is not strange swollen conspicuous. Almost every night ' moles ' secretly chosen from the hostel, sneaked into the workshop and continued to dig a tunnel. Its walls and ceiling have been upholstered with iron sheets, every five feet from the wall hanging lamp. In the fourth month shovel suddenly struck with a crash into something solid. It was a pipe, which, apparently, was used for storm water runoff into the local lake. Gutyrya illuminated by a new idea, fussing with the welding machine.

- What are you up to? . - The hell you was given this pipe. Leave aside, and all cases. Do not cut, I say! .

Winked conspiratorially Gutyrya and knocked on the tube. Then drill a small hole drilled. empty. Fire thorn autogen etched into the metal and the circle described. In the gaping hole in the wall of the tunnel. Zeki, dedicated to the new plan, stretched from the fire hydrant from the workshop of corrugated trunk. Now, the earth thrown straight into the pipe, washing it a powerful jet of water. Torrents of mud swept away into the unknown distance, and as it turned out really trickled down to local township pond where temnovtsy refreshed by summer heat.

Bright well maintained tunnel already stretched for seventy meters to eighty. It was decided to break up - in a field overgrown with thorny bushes, generous, and weed. Gutyrya gently rained earth layers and meter by meter rises. For convenience, it drives the metal bracket on the wall, climbing higher and higher. Zeki nervously drove the land and constantly looked in the trunk of the tunnel. Finally a spade struck Gutyrya the last meter and stop. In a small crack could be seen the light of day. Brought this thin layer, and the shaft will break into the sun. He did not break through until the end of the tunnel, leaving this pleasant procedure for the next night. Gaiety convicts got a tank in ostochertevshuyu studio, turn off the lights and rushed to their drilling and grinding machines. They felt almost free and the Tale glancing with slight disdain. Because now they can give freedom to the whole colony, because through that tunnel for the serious half an hour to get out of camp all its inhabitants - nearly fifteen hundred convicts.

Especially bursting with pride Barsukov. This went on for as long as someone is not arrogant Barsukov went in the face. A fight ensued, and after five minutes, three lieutenant had already dragged fighters toward the isolator. Placement for fifteen days, Barsukov could only fantasize on escape. He knew that his former business partners in the mine will not wait for the penal, and today will go through the tunnel. Tomorrow will be announced at the colony anxiety, and somewhere in the evening did find an underground passage. During this time the fugitives had time to leave the village.

And so it happened. In the morning, and checking Gutyrya Vashenko no. All day camp held on the parade ground in the heat tridtsatigradusnoy. The soldiers were busy in the units, overturning tables, breaking the bed and searched the toilets. Shoveled the entire household yard and finally got to mehtseha. Despite all the zeal of the soldiers could not find the hole. Fugitives sought even in the camp fired boiler. There was no trace on the control strip. Regularly worked abroad, and signaling. Finally, the colony swept grim ' Escape! '. Soldiers poured out of the area and started searching the neighborhood. Half an hour later one of them shouted with joy:.

- Failure! . Maybe they're there?.

Head Guard swearing vengeance. It has long been suspected that he was dealing with the undermining. Keeping the machines at the ready, two men descended into the pit and saw a neat long tunnel filled with garlands of bright light wall. After the captain came down and rubbed his eyes blinked. However, this was not a dream. Flaked metal corridor, stretching into the distance, deep into the zone, there. The convoy passed through the tunnel along the rails. climbed the stairs to the tank, ripped off the bottom and got in the studio.

Pulled out of the tunnel all the evidence - channels, cable, trolley, etc. Dr.. Then the excavator was summoned from the farm. The heavy bucket hit the ground and only a few hours to get to the underground corridor, which was on a six-meter depth. Excavator smashed a metal casing and excavated the entire channel. By the camp has moved up three dump trucks loaded with ground. However, they were not enough. I had to make two separate raids. Finally, a huge trench was backfilled.

While reconstruction work lasted, the police searched all over fugitives. Those have long been separated and moved away from his pursuers, each route. Gutyryu detected in the second month in Dnipropetrovsk region. A former miner and now a specialist in secret communications of the camp peacefully asleep in the hay with his cousin in a remote village. They dragged him out of the shed and dragged across the yard, breaking up a flock of poultry. Boris Vashenko got to the hacienda in Russia classmate. Now it's time to celebrate is Barsukov, who honestly pulled two weeks in an isolation cell and escaped the sad fate. He did not get three years for the escape. He was accused of not even attempt to escape. His former sidekick still believe that the ever- suspicious and fearful Barsukov at the last minute cold feet, and provoked a fight just to wait it out in a PICs camp mess.

The duty of the cooler is slowly paced the corridor. From prison cells could be heard wailing cries and lingering. This security section removed from the runaway convicts testimony.

Plan ' Delta '.

Once he was in the circle of hang gliders, and even managed to perform the first level. But it was so long ago, almost forgotten, and looked like a dream. And yet they were - flying in a dream and reality. Twenty six years after the last landing. Then he almost broke his arm. Travel on a hang glider full circle in the Saratov jokingly called ' Plan ' Delta '.

Sarkisov turned over in bed trying to fall asleep again. No, this is stupid. nonsense. He or break his neck, or head off on the fence will hurt. And if the time would be smart, it falls to the ground state is already in the inanimate. The third night in a row convicted of murder could not sleep Sarkisov. Before my eyes loomed cut plywood, light vibrating wings, tube boiler room. The temptation to cross the cordon in the air barrage was too big to think about it. ' Why should not I think about it? . - My head - what I want, I do '.

Over the next morning the snakes began to look closely to wooden stakes and pieces of solid matter, scattered in the yard of subsidiary. He did it unconsciously, and he was afraid of his powers of observation. A week later, Sarkisov is already active, and adjusted the grind pine slats, from which, anyway, was obtained triangular frame. At the end of the frame is re- versed on the compound and hid in a scrap -foot pipe. In the industrial shop floor, where sewed clothing, a former balloonist began otstrachivat not only gloves and pants. Pieces of cotton were produced crumpled wings of the same shape as the plywood frame. When the working day came to an end, Sarkisov carefully folded sheet in a roll, quietly packed along the walls and sprinkled with small scraps of fabric. One day the master came to the unattended roll, unrolled a long skewer and then, shrugging his shoulders, gave to the rearranging of. I had to start all over again.

In the manufacture of a folding frame and cloth took more than a month. By and large snakes could make all those tricky parts in five days, but he decided to avoid any suspicion, and worked only a sneak. Preparing for flight shrouded mystery. When a neighbor in a sewing workshop once spotted dark green canvas, and wondered aloud to her a strange shape, Sarkisov week ceased self-employment. When the rag wings were ready, he hid them under the clothes, tightly wound around the naked torso. At the output of the industrial zone of hands ' vertuhaya ' Fingered slightly stouter Sarkisov, but, thank God, nothing suspicious found.



With the utmost caution snakes began to mount the fabric to the wooden frame. First of all, he tore his left hand and ran to the infirmary. The doctor filled the wound with iodine, put a bandage and translated Sarkisov for three days from the sewing shop at the economic court. All three days, seizing a spare moment, he hurried to the tube, pull out racks, anything nailed, pasted, fasten. Soon, the glider was ready. He looked rough and unpretentious, but Sarkisov not going to fly it to Kazan or Stockholm. For a successful escape would be enough, and hundreds of meters to cross in the moonlight, all the control lines and flop around in the bush. The glider had a special attachment: he unfolds like a fan in minutes. Such a system was designed and build fixtures for almost a week. Careful Sarkisov destroyed all the drawings and hold all sizes in the head.



A major problem could be the wind. Fugitive wanted to start from the top of the pipe dvadtsatimetrovoy local boiler. Despite the summer heat and wind at the top could be gusts of air, preventing build a triangular frame. One night the prisoner was released for exploration. He quietly crossed the number of halls of residence, and made ​​it to the boiler room of the building. Until September, the camp had died steamshop. Zeki, firemen repaired boilers and heating system cleaned. The pipe alone towered among the single-storey buildings ancillary court. Sarkisov dragged to a brick chimney box, stood on it and jumping up, grabbed the first bracket. He climbed silently up, not looking back and not stopping. Staples were dirty and spiny rust. The newly wounded arm ache. Upon reaching the edge, stood and looked Sarkisov. Below stretched the colony, rugged beams of powerful spotlights. Dark roofs of three-storey buildings were far away. The nearest guard tower was no more than a hundred meters, but the bored sentry tube was clearly not interested in. He yawned, looked at the forbidden band, bathed in bright light.



The top tube was drowning in the darkness, bathed in a light breeze June. Sarkisov looked dirty grimy edge. Glider frame can be easily mounted on the upper bracket and gently moving along a brick wall, which can easily expand on it a triangular frame with a stretched canvas. However, there was the risk of falling into the neck, and fly all twenty meters, earning a heart still in flight. At the bottom barely concealed obstruction could guess the first band - twisted coils of barbed wire, which could only jump shestovik. A little further stretched the band alarms and an exclusion zone with loosened soil in good faith. The last obstacle remained the three-meter concrete wall. All air maneuvers would take a few minutes. Sarkisov decided to land as far as possible. If you are lucky and clever car will not fall apart, the fugitive could fly a few miles of the lake and plop. Not one dog in the world can not take it next.

Pleased with his observations Sarkisov, spat on his hands and went down. Just quietly, he made ​​his way to his unit, and flopped into bed. He was trembling with excitement and ready to go right now into the flight. But after an hour or two will begin to dawn. Plan ' Delta ' had to be postponed to tomorrow night which promised to be as quiet and windless. Modeller - Designer batted his eyelids, intending to get some sleep before getting up. Suddenly on his shoulder laid a hand. Sarkisov started. Before him bowed familiar bearded head belonging to convicted Khmara. In the dim light could see a sly smile.

- Ce you cleverly invented, - whispered conspiratorially head.

- What? . His face twitched.

- That on the politaty oty devil shtukovyni. Shaw in the pipe zahovav.

Sarkisov cursed in his heart sneaky Khokhlov, because of which, at best, broke escape, and at worst. At worst, he skhlopochet a couple of years of training to escape. Enough to drive a Khmara teas with godfather. Crest was clearly not an informer, or Sarkisov has long been tied to and together with a rag, the brainchild of plywood would be dragged security section. Was still a little hope. Sarkisov resolved:.

- What do you want? . Can you scrape all my nightstand.

Scary smile on his face did not disappear Khmara. Crest leaned Sarkisov 's ear, and enveloping of hot breath, whispered a phrase from which the crawl. Sarkisov, looked at his neighbor as. looks like the captain of the ship on the navigator suddenly daffy. On the ' dashboard ' Khmara, contented and smirking, read by a profound thought that Sarkisov, silent.

- Well, sho, beresh mene with you? .

- Are you crazy, Khmara. I am afraid that one can break.

- Budemo udvoh boyatysya.

- Yes, we will not stand the glider. You you look at his beefy fat turnip.

Khmara happily patted on the belly:.

- Ce exactly. I love bacon.

- No, Khmara. I'm not going to fly with you. I'm not suicidal. And anyway, I do not know, have not seen and did not.

- Ce you say opera. A wine taky bad, sho poviryt. I go to sleep. Buvaev healthy.

Khmara pretended was about to leave. Sarkisov grabbed him by the hand. His quirky inflamed brains quickly shuffled variants. Before the rise of Sarkisov hardly have time to destroy the collapsible glider, especially since the brackets were on the dusty traces. The master can easily remember a strange roll in the studio. However, the security section, and may be enough evidence Khmara. Sarkisov decided. Come what may. The glider is tailored solidly and should withstand two. The flight will be much shorter and is likely to be completed in ten meters of the concrete fence. But the choice is no longer necessary. Sarkisov tried to cheat: agreed to the joint flight, but noticed that the glider requires the latest revision and will be ready only after tomorrow. Sly could not take place khokhol. Khmara likely to have long followed the Sarkisov. Thus, the long-awaited flight was scheduled for tomorrow night.

On checking Khmara did not take his eyes from the Sarkisov. They thrashed barley at the same table, with the crest of the most serious type of future satellite drilled eyes and winked. Shortly camp ceased to notice the designer dull complexion and switched to night flight. All thought over every detail, every step of the brain scroll, jog, jump. Participation Khmara complicated action, but. Sarkisov for the umpteenth time swore. During a smoke break outside the studio, he casually walked over to the Ukrainians, and looking to the side, quietly said:.

- I said the last time. Let's give up. We would get two or perish. Fly yourself. Do you know where the pipe and where the glider. I 'll show you how it's going to.

Khmara lit, puffed, and looked to the sky. His eyes narrowed. Second, after a pause, he whispered:.

- You hytry. I podemusya on the pipe, and you stuknesh soldier. Khmara vstrelyat and Toby - dosrochku. Nema bad. And I 'm afraid odyn.

- You outwit himself. you.

Crest has not heard. He finished and went to the shop. If the eyes could incinerate the Sarkisov, from Khmara now have remained only a handful of ashes. Spitting in the direction of the outgoing prisoner, Sarkisov, in the bad mood ostochertevshim trudged to the machine and rags. He was suddenly seized fear: because of the stupid, but the supervisory neighbor squad he risked not only the fate of many lives. However, there was no way.

After the teams ' all clear ' convicts were scattered on the bed. Thieves in the corner stirred up till midnight tea and were playing cards. During this time the team dropped in double- duty. Seeing the officer, ' goat ' in front dropped the bowl, and the thieves immediately flopped on the bed with a sleepy expression on his face. By one o'clock, they calmed down and fell asleep. The fugitives, one got out of the dorms and, hiding in the shadows of the walls, rounded the two buildings. Bending and crouching for a long time for all incidental items, they got to the service yard and climbed a fence. We moved in silence. Crest only nozzles and quietly pokryakival. That's the pipe under the wall tool storage. Sarkisov felt the familiar bars and rods. He pulled them out into the fresh air, threw a rope and tied behind his back. The entire airframe weighed no more than ten pounds. Just quietly convicts walked along the fence. Soon the pale light of the moon seemed to boiler building. He ran the last hundred meters, they have frozen pipes. Stood without a single rustle five minutes. Sarkisov then said quietly:.

- Well, with God, Khmara. If we split, I love you, bitch, hell I wear on the grinding.

Began the ascent to the top. Sarkisov, just bulked a dozen pounds, I heard heavy breathing at the bottom of the opposite. Now he hated Khmara more than the police. On the last meters of crest began to take. He quietly gasped and spat. Finally reached the edge of the Sarkisov. At the bottom of the tower as usual sad time. Zeku thought he was digging in his nose. Shifted under their feet Khmara:.

- Sho are you stuck? .

- Close your yap, - hissed Sarkisov. - Let's agree. You quietly do what I say. Otherwise, I will cast you just head down. Got it?.

Crest hurt subsided. He looked around and looked down with fear. His hands were white on the brackets and small trembling from the strain. Khmara was locked in the bracket and tried to imagine what is being undertaken by Sarkisov. And that is secured to the upper bracket frame with a wooden stick for hands. Tied around the bracket end of the rope (the other end of the snakes wrapped around it in case if something goes wrong ), Sarkisov began a dangerous maneuver. Snakes crawled on the wall of the pipe about a meter, and if an Indian from his quiver drew from behind the three long strips. He first drove firmly into the metal groove of the frame, intercepted a homemade belts and continued traveling along the edge, but in the opposite direction. Was soon established, and the second rack. Then began the most risky phase of the operation. Obmateriv just in case Khmara, yearn for rusty brackets and forbidden to move, Sarkisov, crawled to the opposite edge of the tube. He tried not to think about the height of. Insurance had to unfasten.

Light breeze began to fray fabric. Snakes its way farther and farther recorded the last rail, the stronger vibrating glider. 'Only it had not broke - thought Sarkisov, securing the ends of the glider. However, God knows what is best. They Khmara. ' Remembering the Khokhlov, hang gliding silently groaned. The unstable structure was almost ready. Zeke again crept to the brick circle, checking fixture, and finally returned to the upper brackets. Those were busy burning with fear and curiosity Khmara. Khokhol drove down Sarkisov began to adjust the frame. All his movements were calm and accurate. The assembly hang glider took at least an hour. Khmara quietly began to swear and stamp nervously at his feet. He cursed anyone in the world, but did not get down down.

Everything comes to an end. Sarkisov gasped: ' Everything! ', Wiped his sweaty brow and looked at the satellite. His eyes now could melt tungsten, but not Khmara. Above the chimney quivered dark glider, ready to break away and carry off the ground. Sarkisov looked towards the tower. ' The guard ' stood face-to- pipe. Something hot zeku boils down to the knee, then in the thigh, and finally to the side. It moved upward Khmara.

- Podvynsya, - he whispered.

- I'll toss you into the pipe, maggot! .

- And I 'll start krychat.

Finally hour turned their backs on them. Time!.

- You hohlatskaya face! . But be careful, you bastard! . And remember: no sound. Whatever I did, and no matter how we flew. I do not want to die because of you. If you will cast down piknesh. Trust me. Doper?.

Khmara nodded and clutched the stick tighter. He was trembling, my knees went shaking, teeth chattering finely. Sarkisov vaguely suspected that the flight does not end in a good. But it was too late to retreat. He crossed himself, detached from the bracket and a stick, quietly gave the order: ' Push! ' First pushed away from the tube. Glider silently separated. Long-forgotten sensations re- pulsed and flowed in the Sarkisov chest. But they lasted only the first few seconds of flight. The glider is too briskly walked down the. Khmara whimpered and immediately got into the ear. The first approached zagradpolosa. Sharply losing altitude and glider. Up to ten meters of land remain. Glider suddenly leveled off, and Zeki zalikovali. The next moment he again rushed down. Hidden milestone was passed. Five feet, four, three. Remained wire fence and concrete wall. It was a relative success. If we manage to cross the invisible wall of thorns, they can climb and concrete fence. Sarkisov, and provide for such an outcome. Pine triangular frame is easily transformed into gnarled low ladder. We had to rely only on what to watch longer loomed back to this site forbidden zone. The top row of barbed wire was in the top ten inches of the stick. For a moment before Sarkisov dramatically threw the body into a string stretched. Thank God, suc.

- Ah-ah -ah! . He ran a wire directly into the feet and carried along by the glider, was dragged across the top row. Dozens of sharp steel coils cut out pieces of his trousers and tore the skin on the thighs and drumsticks. Sarkisov chill. Glider with a bang flopped to the ground. Crest continued to scream hysterically, rolling on the ground loosened. In the spotlight, he looked at his bloody leg twitched and tried to climb. All turned around, admiring the strange spectacle of a second and gave the first place over the heads of. Khmara suddenly stopped and looked towards the tower, he turned and saw the Sarkisov. In the eyes of a former athlete, hang gliding tears. Without a word, Sarkisov was wounded peel khokhol feet. His eyes covered with mist, but through it all Khmara viewed.

- Whoa! .

This could not say, Sarkisov was sitting on the Khmara and choked him with both hands. Desperate cries stifled and wheezing the second stage. Bullets went to three meters from the prisoners. At the shooting convicts did not respond, the first of which was focused on the throat of his companion, and the latter sought to breathe a little. Khmara Guard rescued. Five soldiers were separated almost concluded. Sarkisov hysterically crying and screaming the whole area:.

- Suche snout! .

Prisoners were dragged to the isolator. Khmara crouched and writhed in pain, which, however, did not stop him to inquire:.

- You got us into different cells? .

From the official reports to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the RSFSR Guido:.

'16 July 1982 at ITC -29 medium security prisoner, Marat D. Sarkisov, born in 1943, serving a life sentence for murder without aggravating circumstances, and Khmara Emelianovich Gregory, born in 1938, serving a sentence for theft of personal property, attempted to escape from . They tried to cross the control and obstructive barriers by using a device that resembles a glider. Convicted Khmara T. E. received minor injuries caused by slipping on the top of the wire fence, and was hospitalized.

July 17 Sarkisov, while in the punishment cell, smashed her head against the wall and the chamber was transferred to the infirmary. There he tried to strangle Khmara convicted and was isolated in the staffroom. A criminal case '.

Quirky prisoner gave birth to the mind and gives birth to new projects. The temptation to leave the area by air was too big to keep it out of business. Yet successful shoots almost no. In one case, a prisoner escaped from a U.S. prison in a helicopter: the agreed time military helicopter just took it off the prison roof and took a rope ladder into the darkness. The action was so quick and unexpected, that protection was confused. As they walked, and requests confirmation of orders ( emergency situation took its toll ), a prisoner - a former Israeli intelligence officer of Mossad - have jumped on the roof, trying to grab the ladder. Only when the helicopter began to climb, and removed, first heard bursts of automatic fire. Despite the originality of the flight, it should be noted that its success is entirely due to external intrusion.

For exotic prison- camp escapes can be attributed to the case of the Siberian logging camps in the early 50s. Now he looks more like a legend. Half a century later it is difficult to tell where truth and fiction. For every amazing story of the documents will not save enough. So, one of the prisoners fashioned from a chainsaw (that is 'Friendship', or ' service '), a mini -helicopter, he carved out of thick sheet metal blade and planted them in a working -axis. The novelty was the only outward success - when you try to fly a chainsaw with a terrible roar was able to raise the prisoner, who had by then dropped sharply to sixty pounds weight, only two meters. Heel by a strong wind, self-made helicopter flew into the snow and nearly crippled himself ' pilot '. Rumor has it that the guards did not even regard this incident as an escape, is so comical and ridiculous looking fly. We can not exclude that this case was the basis for the well-known semi-fantastic film where the hero with a chainsaw in his hand hovered over the barracks and the guard.

Rightful place in the history of the Gulag is balloon flight. The participants and witnesses have not been preserved, leaving only fragments of memories. On one of the Solovki Islands in the days shy of their development, a group of prisoners from the films and kleenok had made no less than the balloon. His plan to inflate the gas that was delivered for domestic use and stored in hozbarake. Gondola was to serve as a light tin tank waste. The ball did not fly away to the mainland. He was not even time to fill the gas. Convicts could not plug the hole and hermetically seal the seams. In addition, the ball was such a strange and irregular in shape, that there was no brave. In the end, this oilcloth bag zadubevshy in the cold once again torn to pieces and buried.

But it all - exotic, perhaps born of thieves mythmaker. Most often used for covert flights simplest mechanisms - a rope or ropes with hooks on the end of. In the spring of 1995 in Orel institution YE -312 (Donetsk region) snakes had intended to cross all lines of a homemade block device. His attempt soon failed.

When the second unit CTI according to the schedule moved into the realm of Morpheus, Oleg kunak went for a walk. She decided to do it alone, so completely surrender to a deep contemplation of the imperfection of the universe. In particular, the turn signal, which loomed in the dusk along the perimeter of the colony. Oleg V. jumped the fence and was in the industrial zone. He went into the foundry and fittings found under a pile of intricate a subject that would help the regime to leave the monastery early.

In the prison business Kunakov persistently appeared digit 'five', which haunted him a good half of life. Punishing sword of Nemesis was first awarded Oleg V. five years in the early 80's. For the group robbery. The second five-year period he was already in the late 80. Again, the article on predatory. Intrigued by such a coincidence kunak slightly changed its role and visited one of the apartments in the absence of its owners. And once again had to wonder at the superstitious Oleg V.: article different from the term - the same. Arriving in Gorlovka CTI, he decided to join the fight with his own rock and early finish ' five-year plan ' for the six months.

On the eve of the escape kunak retired from Brazhnikov turner from a neighboring unit and asked him for a week to produce a block device with handles and wheel. Ostensibly for the gymnastic exercises. Turner for a long time staring at Kunakov, marveling at such a sensitive attention to the abdominal muscles, but promised to build a sports equipment. Kunak began to weave a rope out of thread, which went for vegetable nets. The rope was long: more than thirty feet. Its the end of Oleg screwed to the metal ' cat ' with welded hooks. Two days before the time of ' B ' Turner said that an order is made and left with a Drill. In the evening turned out to be a stack of blocks of reinforcement, where already waiting in the wings ' cat '.

Kunak lying on the roof, caressed by the moonlight and dreams. He carefully kept going the distance to the fence that stood abroad, signaling. Languished for over an hour to convict the top of the compressor tarred and listened to hours coughing on the tower. Oleg sensitivity now would be the envy even a Geiger counter. When the guard had melted in the dark, snakes decided. Untwisted ' cat ', he struggles threw it towards the wooden fence. ' Cat' flew over the alarm abroad and hung on the fence. Fugitive pulled the rope, trying its strength, then tied the other end to a metal tube. The path to freedom was through twelve meters of air a rope route, which went down a slight slope and you want to fly on a block device.

Kunak set the wheel, grabbed an aluminum tube on each side of the block and set out on air travel. It raced at an alarming rate band signaling. A rope hangs dangerously. Zeke pursed his legs, but still caught the damn line. High tanned forehead Oleg V. suddenly covered with perspiration, though the cold. Cursing the conquest of the domestic electronics. Kunak flew up to camouflage the fence and his body crashed into it. He presented with horror that turmoil which began after contact with a signal abroad. Oleg hung on the rope, slowly writhing in pain and struggled to catch up. From scratched his forehead bled. When the machine gun fire was heard. Kunak still hung on the fence camouflage. Caught unawares, he fell to earth. Third place looked dusty fountains. They fired into the air longer, and to defeat. Nevertheless kunak again went to storm the fence and did not see rushed hour guard. Behind him were heard three pistol shots, and snakes quickly said goodbye to life. But the chief guard fired into the air.

Home recipe KGB.

Gangs of Tryphon and sheepskin Sverdlovsk divided up in 1992. In the midst of the cooperative movement, they go hand in hand, the trunk to the trunk, but very quickly they parted ways and bullets. Sheepskin and Tryphon became enemies. They began to lose his men after a firefight in the center of Sverdlovsk. Then the car sheepskin walked burst, which the owner does not hurt, but mortally wounded a passerby. In 1990, shots and explosions in the city is not accustomed to. The investigation took the KGB in Sverdlovsk region. By the time security officers knew that raise a hand against Andrei Ovchinnikov could only Trifonov in Sverdlovsk. But he disappeared, and popped a couple of months somewhere in the Primorye Territory.

Sheepskin soon lost his first mate Zatsepin. His reputation fell, lost control over markets and firms. Followed by retaliatory attacks, the response of the victim. Stop the gang war operational combat unit KGB ' Alpha '. Ovchinnikov and Trifonova were taken to various remand prisons. Rank and file of both gangs were kept in a prison, and even in the same cell. There they became friends and decided to seal their friendship escape. They managed to bribe a prison officer, who handed the gun thugs with full clip. Preparations to escape had been going smoothly. But the ranks of like-minded people suddenly began to thin out. The old enthusiasm evaporates in front of. Apparently, the men hoped for the elite of the legal profession and the old ties. When it's time to ' B ' to ' push ' were willing to only four: two from the team Trifon and the same group of sheepskin.

Supervisor opened the door to bring one of the suspects for questioning. At the same moment a bullet entered his chest and pushed to the wall. Taking the two guards at gunpoint by bandits out of the camera and ran to the end of the corridor to the door that led down into the visiting room. They burst into the room and ordered everyone to stand up against the wall. The hostages are more than two dozen visitors. Wounding the officer on duty, one of the bandits was contacted by phone with fasting N 1:.

- I have twenty three candidates in a dead. Among them, women and children. If after five minutes, the warden does not contact us, we 'll start shooting.

Soon the building and riot police surrounded the prison company of internal forces. For the trunks of trees hid snipers. All these preparations did not escape from terrorists. They screamed hysterically, fired two bullets at the door and shouted an ultimatum:.

- In short, the cops! . And poshustree.

Negotiations began KGB lieutenant colonel. He came to the door, knocked and opened a little gap suggested:.

- The car on the way. Need to collect a million. Chew until the vodka, but we'll see. Release half of the hostages.

Behind the doors boomed hollowly swearing, someone's hairy arm emerged in the door crack, grabbed the bag with three bottles of white and disappeared.

- Look, cop - warned the voice. - On the broads will try to. If the poison - all spoim. For your health.

Half an hour later the door opened again. On the threshold stood a young woman. Choking with tears, she cried:.

- They want five more bottles of vodka. And the car, and money. Give them whatever they ask for. They're crazy.

Abnormal thugs drained by the time brought the whole batch of liquor and yearned for the cards. One of them suddenly got up and walked to the door that led into the prison. ' The door to the hallway check ', - he explained. As it turned out, the wily bandit decided to run alone. His nose could smell the smell of death lingers in the visiting room. In the hallway the smell was not, and hurried to a nearby bandit 's office, the window which led into the yard. An hour later, when the assault begins, he miraculously escapes from prison and will be caught only six months.

- Vodka come on! . - And do not forget about the car. The money brought?.

Language terrorist slightly slurred. But only slightly. The second time they have filed five bottles of vodka, made security officers in their original recipe. Vodka has insisted on a potent sedative, which is odorless and leaves no taste. Females took hostage - bag, and revel in the room continued. Only now the hostages saved and the control sample is not forced to withdraw. Every five minutes an officer came to the door, knocking and asking any question. Responses were sluggish. Another fifteen minutes outside the door heard a rumble and a pair of disconnected words.

assault began. Dressed in body armor and riot hemisphere burst into the room. Bandit armed with a gun suddenly opened his eyes, sat up with a wooden bench and raised his arms. At the same moment he was shot in the forehead, and sat on the bench. Two others - only in shorts and t-shirts snuffling on the floor. Hostages quickly taken to the street. Bandits have begun to wake up sleepy feet. Drunken convicts wriggled with formed under the boots and hands languidly defended. They came to himself only in the cells.

Donetsk Voronezh catch up with horseradish.

The June night was it a bad ally. The moon spilled light on the state farm fields, and only a single landing kept a thick darkness. They ran in silence. Kryukov heard raspy breathing hard from behind, looked like a muffled cough, but it did not look back. Sweat poured eyes drenched shirt stuck to the body and unpleasant burned his back, his legs were beginning to shake and fill with lead. The Forest has ended. Ahead lay the expanse of Donetsk. Country road wound and was lost in a dark future, where the start state farm cottage. Kryukov, stopped and began to hawk. To relieve the pain in his right side, he bent. After a few seconds of near silence fell Vadim. Tom was very bad.

Hook sat down and figured the distance to the camp. According to his calculations, this marathon lasted for over an hour. Before dawn had two or three hours, the same amount up to a morning of checking. During this time, it was necessary to change the state-run rags and get lost in the city. Ahead of the village was asleep, to which had very little.

- Come, - rasped Kryukov and hardly rose to his feet numb. His partner did not move and continued to lie with his face buried in the dry grass. Hooks came slowly up to Vadim and gently kicked in the ribs:.

- You're not dead?.

Vadim, clutching hold of the branches, stood up, staggered, and took a few steps. There was a bellowing, which barely discernible elements of profanity. Hooks between the shoulder blades pushed his friend and he moved on to a slow jogging. After two or three minutes, he again went into the old rhythm and more frequently urged Vadim, who drag behind. Running on the road easier. Hooks had lost track of time, but I felt that before camp shakedown, they must have time.

In front came the sound of an approaching car. ' Lie down! ' . He pulled a black, then soaked shirt, and covering her shaven head, stretches of road. At ten meters behind the bushes hiding Hooks. After a few seconds it became clear that the truck travels. Finally the lights pulled out of the darkness which lies the figure, the car slowed down and stopped irresolutely. The driver did not leave the cab and just do not know who signaled. As long as the driver saw the discovery and thinking his own thoughts, Kryukov, crept to the truck and pulled the car door.

- Sit! . In the throat of the victim rested heated steel knife. Expands the carriage. How to town?.

- Six miles.

Vadim got into the body, Hooks stayed in the cabin. Truck turned around and walked back to the city. The driver nervously looked askance at a dangerous companion, flexing Fink, and finally asked about his fate. The answer consisted of two words: ' clap the mouth '. In the suburbs the car stopped.

- Empty the - ordered Hooks. The driver of numb. It did not take his eyes off the shiny knife, now, apparently, just settle job.

- Boys, do not cut! . Take the tow rope and tie me to a tree. Keep alive. For the sake of my children,.

Pushed out of the cab driver. The fugitives drove a couple miles, then threw the truck. In a remote alley someone jumped a fence hook and desperately fending off the dog barking, knocked at the window. In the window, broke a table lamp. Pulled back the curtain, and the sleepy hollow voice said:.

- What do you want?.

- You. Canada.

After a brief pause, the owner of a little frightened voice:.

- You. The hook?.

- I. Canada.

The door creaked, and two dark silhouette slid into. Grotman named Albert Chan hurriedly opened the door to the kitchen. He did not light the light and roared stools, putting their guests. Vadim fumbled in the darkness on a plate cooled kettle, and fell at the tip. The kitchen was filled with noisy gulps. His face twitched and turned Grotmana to the hook:.

- Are you on call otbuhal?.

Hooks did not answer. Burying his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, he sat motionless on a stool. Canada has an excellent understanding of why the came to him, and obviously nervous:.

- I can not hide. Last Tuesday, I ate dirt for marijuana and served a day in the People's House. You are here grab. Need to leave before dawn.

- Do not whine, Canada - broke off hook. - Give money and clothing. If you can, pull the wires on the new His ID.

Canada went into the next room, and soon made ​​a shirt, pants and socks. Vadim cranking out rags, and asked:.

- A namudniki?.

The owner returned to the wardrobe and took out underwear. Zeki started to dress in unison. Hook shirt was tight and he had to wear a T-shirt. By that time, Canada has stood with his money and was profuse in apologies:.

- It's all Bobul. No more. Cops all pumped. I'm grounded.

Hook, in addition, grabbed the money and stuck it in his trouser pocket.

- And finally, Canada. We drove to the station.

They went out into the yard. Drove a dog that was torn from the bark, into the booth, Grotman opened the garage and brought ' Lada '. Inside Hooks smiled wryly:.

- If we 're lucky today, Canada, I 'll give you a can of gasoline.

Grotman jokes are not understood, and only dismissed. Although he had every chance to get this canister.

From the operational aspects:.

'13 June 1993 from a maximum security penitentiary YUZH24 / 3 by penetration into the drainage system made ​​their escape:.

Kryukov, Sergei Petrovich, born in 1956, three convictions for robbery in 1983 was sentenced to 15 years imprisonment, a native of Kramatorsk, married with a son 8 years. Height 182 cm, has a strong physique, owns a martial arts techniques, may be armed, the detention is always provided in the armory - resistance;.

Cheban Vadim T., born in 1965, twice convicted in the 1990 sentenced to 7 years imprisonment, a native of Voronezh, not married. Height 176 cm, medium build, distinctive features - the lack of the little finger on his left hand '.

Ahead was Kiev, Voronezh and then, finally, Tula, where she lived a long and a lonely passion Cheban. After two days of mutual kissing Cheban became jammed in the amazing amounts of vodka. Initially welcoming and incurious owner was a company, then bored, and even threw a dead drunk Vadim scandal. Hook, who had almost calmed down, once again nervous. He took all the money sidekick, but he secretly began to make small things from the apartment. In the end he bedecked face friends ' lanterns '. When the hostess for the front door slammed, Hooks began to shake Cheban:.

- Let's Get Out of here. We slept your woman.

Koresh grimly shook his head and loud hiccup. He could hardly stand on a chair. Hook began pouring it from the pot, but this only strengthened the hiccups. Outside, he heard the sound of a car pulled up. The house has slowed down a police ' UAZ '. Hooks instantly put on his boots, Vadim stupidly staring at the empty bottle and a cigarette in his pockets looking for. He heard nothing and was busy with important work: trying to light a match, which broke. Hooks to the door and pulled on the verge of nearly crashed into the two sergeants. Behind them came the cry of a show hostess.

- Who makes a noise? . He did not move and looked off to the side.

- And this, too. Cornered nowhere, eat my grub but still svinyachat.

Second Sergeant disgustedly pointed stick in a drunken Cheban. He has already managed to doze off at the table, burying his head in sausage scraps. The policeman turned to his body Kryukov:.

- Documents!.

The impact was short, in the groin. Guardsman silently settled on the floor. Without giving the second time to recover, Kryukov lightning rushed up to him and hit the bottle on his head. Pushing pale mistress, he jumped into the stairwell and ran down. Stop! . Bandit abruptly turned around and pulled over the window of the stairwell. Ram succumbed to the difficulty. Squeezed out of the window. Hook crawled on the visor and prikinuv distance, jumped into the grass. The flight from the second floor was completed successfully.

If someone constantly for ten years watching Sergei Kryukov zone JZ -24/ 3, we might think that all of this decade preparing for the snakes ' breakthrough '. He was not digging the ground and pecked the wall and did not collect a compact helicopter. He just kept in shape. In the old days, any exercise is regarded as a preparation for escape. Almost every morning and every evening hundreds hook push-ups on the floor, wooden benches used as beams. In ' Promko ' he found a pipe - bar. In the first months of life of Sergei Petrovich, spitting on the regime and the rules of conduct, ranked as ' otritsalovke '. Nevertheless, he managed to keep in shape even in the punishment cell. The dream of early release was originally buried. As to ' call ' Five-Year Plan remained. Hook decided to run. His neighbor on the force Cheban somehow learned the drainage plan for communications and have noted their vulnerabilities. It remained slightly loosen the brickwork and descend into a narrow well. On the tube a meter in width escapees crawled out of the zone and get to the site discharge of water. At the risk of falling into a septic tank, they clambered up the slope, to the moonlight. On the whole operation took about two hours. On the night of June 13 convicts Hooks and Cheban a ' pardoned '.

Everything returns to normal. And almost always prodigal sons return home. House Kryukov was Kramatorsk. There he hoped to obtain a false passport, and. At Grotmana Kryukov not counted. Intuition that Canada lost forever. One day he went to the post office and rang the Kramatorsk, to his home (though the concept of a house for him long ago lost any sense ). The tube has a wife. Hooks opened his mouth, but he suddenly fancied in the tube, and a strange clicking sound subtle difference of tone. He quickly dropped the receiver, on his home phone hung ' washer '.

Sooner or later escaped prisoner decided to re- experience the smoke of the fatherland, where he had left his wife and eight sons. After a love scene in Tula, when the careless partner to escape the handcuffs snap, Sergei Petrovich began to overlap the oxygen. First, they took place under the control of the possible occurrence of Sergey Kryukov. ' Red flags ', which grew with every passing week more and more provoked the displacement of the fugitive to Kramatorsk. Without money and the instruments he could reach, at best, a couple of months. The return was inevitable for him, but in the end, Sergei Petrovich still overestimated their care. In September, the police have acted Donetsk alone, without the help of our Russian colleagues. According to intelligence reports, secret mission to Kramatorsk Hook was on the way.

Preparing for the shoot, Kryukov relied on old contacts, with whom he could safely live another half century. But after ten years of isolation, Hook did not recognize the country posed on its head. Almost all of the old guard again ' stationed ' in prisons and colonies, some plunged into the criminal structures, not hunted in a deep underground. At present the criminal arena, he was not recognized as an actor.

Cid began vigorously ' work ' city. Was carried out secret feelers all related, friendly ties Sergey Kryukov. Round tapered, and soon a list of potential contactees was only a few individuals. Zeke ' lit up ' in mid-September. Time and healing, and changes. For the three months intensive wandering kolonistskaya haircut grown. Whiskers Kryukov never wore, but now it was not up to the principles of. In Kramatorsk bandit made ​​a bid for a man who fell under the ' hood ' CID. He was 67- year-old Victor Brunchak, last Brynya recidivist thief, and now - an old man who suffers from arthritis. This old man, which had time to forget and search, and thieves, eighteen years ago the firm has helped Sergei Kryukov. Then a beginner bandit knocked only nineteen, and the criminal life for him had only just begun.

In 1975, Hooks was first landed in the prison cell. As soon behind him, closed the door as quickly got up from the bed shabby type of indeterminate age and waddle went to Sergei.

- Ku -ku you with a brush. Praskovya Fedorovna ordered to bow down to you.

Hook looked shabby from the top down and grunted blankly. Where is he, an inexperienced thieves tunes, to know that Praskovya Feodorovna is nothing but a stool, stinks in the corner. It was the usual ' residence '. Experienced criminals ought to reply: ' I'm standing in SSA, and shit sitting '. Junior Kryukov was not that of. Feeling a beginner, ' Six ' sat down with joy:.
- Ba -a, fraer unmilked. Fly like?.

Wanting to break a silly conversation, Sergei tried to circumvent the type of shabby, but he suddenly rolled his eyes, his fingers spread out wider and scary hissed:.

- Where are you, a bar Shpanova? .

Hooks shut his mouth with his fist shabby. The blow has fallen below the chin. Silent describing a semicircle, ' Six ' crashed to the concrete floor. In the tighter second from the top bunk immediately jumped four. Two of them were armed with short sharpened rods. Hook instantly sprang to the door and banged on her hands and feet. Behind him came a commanding voice: 'Back! ' . The cell door finally opened. On Hook looked questioningly Warrant:.

- What do you want?.

Hook turned. The camera was sleeping peacefully on his bunk. Lying on the mattress, even shabby. Sergei slightly hesitated, then said:.

- I have a complaint.

- Well.

- It is hot.



Ensign overlaid it with obscenities and slammed the door. Hook, hesitating at the door was locked, waiting for a new attack thieves. From the far corner of the upper tier of the same voice, which a moment before shouting 'Back' and called Kryukov. Gathering all the will in his fist, he slowly moved to the far corner. On the benches sat dangling his bare feet, an elderly prisoner. His whole body was covered with writing in ink densely. Remained intact only the head and hands. It was the godfather camera recidivist Brunchak. Godfather scratched his leg and asked:.



- Where are you from?.



- From Kramatorsk.



- Countryman, then. There's your bunk.



One of the convicts quietly climbed down from the second tier, giving way to newcomer.



By choosing to home Bryni, Hook praying that this old grandfather was still alive. If Brynya has moved to a better world, the last thread of burst, and Sergei Petrovich will only order a funeral coat. The old thief living on the suburban outskirts, in a private home, far from the basic amenities. Dilapidated buildings in the courtyard of alignment, wither in the garden weed, empty doghouse has been turned upside down.



Brunchak almost dragged his feet. Guest gently shook the gnarled arthritic hands and went into the house. Outlived its godfather listened silently Hook, then squeaked:.



- Busnesh on halaton?.



- What?.



The old man pulled out of the cupboard started a bottle of vodka and put it on the table have not washed the glasses and poured half. Hook refused.



- I drink - Brynya slowly drained his glass, belched, sat down, closed his eyes and quietly repeated, as if falling asleep: - I 'll drink.



Klyuev regretted that he came here. This is clearly a crazy old man himself was in need of assistance. Soon he will urinate under him, and none will be followed by ' duck '. Sergei stood up and quietly walked to the door. Without opening his eyes, the old man ordered:.



- Sit on the seat.



Kryukov obediently sat down. After a short pause Brynya said:.



- In the next room to open the bottom drawer of the desk and take as much as you need.



Do not believe his ears, Hook went to the cracked desk drawer and pulled out. Under a layer of letters and cards were intercepted gum wads of money. There were rubles karbovanetses, dollars. He counted out a little of everything. Then he pushed the bottom drawer, a little hesitation, pulled the top. There lay the pistol ' TT '. Sergei stared silently at the weapons. From the living room could be heard:.



- Can you take and it.



He quickly slid the drawer and asked:.



- Who is it?.



- Wallpaper.



Away from Kramatorsk Sergey Kryukov decided after two days. Twenty-four hours he could use the car ' IZH- combi ' rooms with broken. No clear cause for concern was not, however, a vague feeling that he was besieged, and the game went into the final part, for some reason did not disappear. At present, was appointed last meeting: Hook promised fake passport, which is pulled by three thousand dollars. Hook stopped the car at the landing at the intersection of Ordzhonikidze, Dnipropetrovsk and. Near swept rare vehicles.



Yesterday, Criminal Investigation Kramatorsk police department went out on a fugitive convict. From operational sources, the police found out about this meeting. Remained unknown to the most important thing: when and where? . Wanted continued to swing to-date information. There were three reasonable versions, one of which will soon no longer. An hour later, there was only one. And it was not the version of.



Hooks has chosen to meet a lonely place that had both pros and cons. In the case of the shooting was reduced risk of bystanders. Excluded and the hostage-taking. The problem was in the surprise attack special forces. Someone suggested to kill the prisoner sniper shot, but the temptation to take a live Kryukov was stronger. Also needed hundred percent identification of fugitive. The detention of Donetsk squad assigned special.



The capture group consisted of four men. The fifth was a member of CTI, which was to identify fugitive. It is located in the front seat ' Lada '. A car with commandos stopped on the side of the street of Ordzhonikidze, before you reach the crossroads. Kramatorsk rozyskniki ' sweep ' at the intersection of their cars, identifying a meeting place. Finally, in the radio was heard:.



- Dnepropetrovsk Street, forty feet from the intersection, the vehicle ' Iz - combi ', Number 43-96.



The group began to approach the capture of the place of the upcoming bout. In the hands of soldiers appeared Stechkin pistols dvadtsatizaryadnye. There was a crackling of dry cringe closures. Hooks stared in the mirror on an empty road. Ahead raced cars on the highway without paying him any attention.



Sergei Petrovich pulled out a gun, replaced the valve and not putting it on the fuse, put it in the right pocket of the jacket. Then he opened the door, got out and offered face light autumn wind. The sun was setting on the horizon is. Before the meeting there were still ten minutes. Kryukov, lit a cigarette and began lazily to consider counter machines. A quick snakes have long been deprived of his sentimentality, but, mentally saying goodbye to loved ones edged feel bad lump in my throat.



Behind came a quiet squealing brakes, and beige ' Lada ' stopped at twenty paces. Inside sat the five. One of them ( it was a member of the colony. Kryukov knew by sight, and hastened to make a mistake ) nervously shouted from the open window:.



- Hooks, give up!.



Bandit shoot offhand, almost without taking aim. The first bullet went to the door of the car, the second was addressed to the soldier, jumped out of ' Lada '. He had noticed the direction of the barrel, looking him in the forehead. Time slowed down a bit, mindfulness has given way to reflex. A soldier caught, blazed like fire, a bullet shattered his forearm, which he covered his head. The pain in his eyes swam red circles. Continuing to move forward, the officer threw the gun in his left hand and fired at the Kryukov. Wounded in the thigh snakes rushed to a thick tree, standing near, and yet managed to get one more shot - under the shoulder blade. His vitality seemed improbable. Hidden behind an oak tree, he fired three more times in a trance, and replaced the clip. He felt no pain. Felt only anger. Anger at himself, dying so cheap.

The four officers rushed to the ground, two of them immediately began to creep from behind. Handguns have been translated into automatic mode, and started ' grooming ears ': zeku prevented lean from behind a tree, from which flew in all directions chips. Nevertheless, Kryukov had to detect a workaround, sat down, quickly stepped aside, and fired twice. The bullets wounded the officer in the stomach. Clenching his teeth, he began to crawl.

Bandit drove the last clip in the handle. Sitting on his haunches, he felt rather than saw the bypass is on the left side. Continuing to shoot into the bushes, he slowly began to move away. The bullet burned shoulder. He cried out in pain. Then looked around uneasily. Hook looked like a trapped wolf, becoming a living target. This was not a game, and not even a game of death. Any game requires a balance of power. He so much wanted to live, he jumped up and ran to the road. Immediately burned the thigh and a bullet whistled near the head.

The wounded soldier, pressing his hand to his hip, he rushed for Kryukov. Quickly, he could not escape, however, as does the wounded prisoner. The road was already close, and the gunman ran to the carriageway, to stand on the sidelines ' Zhiguli '. In his right hand he gripped the gun is still. Driver ' Lada ' does not have time to immediately pull away, but managed to put pressure on the door latch. Zek roared, pulled open the door - she did not give. Earned an engine and cars went forward. Pistol grip cut into the side window. The second blow came in a metal frame.

Hooks did not look back, but I felt that death was somewhere near. He ran across the road and limped. hurried to the nearest bus stop. There were people, and he hoped to take hostages.

The officer felt something warm flowed between his fingers. Numb legs and buckling. There was a nuisance. Bandit remained to stop a hundred meters. And the soldier risked. He stopped abruptly, took a deep breath and began to aim. Kryukov if someone had pushed. The officer ran a few steps and stood on his knee. The bullet entered the back and zeku hurt easy. He groaned with impotent rage, and again rushed forward. The stop was already fifty meters. The shots attracted the attention of. Passers-by who fear anyone with interest - watching what is happening.

Finally Hooks turned around and began to howl. Further it was pointless cross. Immediately two men were within twenty paces from him. Sergei Petrovich smiled, if you can call the person smile curve skewed. His escape was coming to an end. Escape to the underworld. For more, he did not expect.

Just two bullets hit the prisoner, one in the buttock, the other back to back. Green grass swayed in the eyes. Kryukov fell. Gathering his last strength, rolled over on his back and raised his blood-stained ' TT '. He smiled. The last shot was in the heart. On his face and stuck a grimace, resembling a smile. A quick snakes Hooks went to the other world in a fun mood.

numbered kanalarmeytsy.

Markings on the form of prisoners are ancient history. At the time of the royal prison exile sewn on the back of the sign ace of diamonds in the form. He served for the recognition of prisoners, and made ​​it difficult to escape. This four- flap had its own requirements. First of all, he was distinguished by the color of the garment itself. On Sakhalin, the ace was initially yellow ( color of the Trans-Baikal and the Amur Cossacks), and then he began to make black. In addition, convicts who are prone to escape, shave half their heads. History has preserved and the facts, when forehead lifelong prisoner burned three letters ' CAT ' ( convict ). This can be viewed as the beginning of underwear symbolism in prison, a sort of forerunner of the tattoo. Over the years the brand has lost its magic inner strength to the aces, and shaved heads are used, and the sign on his forehead refused to do.



With the development of the Gulag, and improved accounting system convicts. Developed whole state programs for the prevention of escapes from prison. These surveys, which claimed almost to a science, devoted to uniforms, the daily ration ( a fighter to the labor front was not thinking about crossing the taiga, but about whether he could now limp to the barracks ), and the barrage control strips, and even between the financial treatment . In each zone, the GPU was introduced their design characters that helped to better isolation of the camps. As soon as a person - whether it be snakes, ' the guard ' or even the chief of the camp transgressed the threshold zone, as he had withdrawn all the money to the Soviet. Instead, the estimated receipts were issued, on which was payment for all goods and services within the camp. This original measure prevented the escape, and was seen at all levels very seriously. In the shelter of Soviet money relied shooting ( employee camp - long term). But this came as selective. On the Solovki Islands thieves authorities in full dulis in borax, Ramsey and the usual stos them ' crunches ', while politzekov waiting for such insolence bullet. Conservancy put up with this rate card, and only occasionally pulling away uphill crumpled pieces of paper thrown into the pot thieves. Solovki criminals had a special status: they are placed among the prisoners for ' political balance '. When the thief managed to escape a repeat offender, and his catch ( outside the zone with the thieves do not stand on ceremony, and could easily shoot down during the chase ), then in his pockets often found large sums of money, and in full rubles, not receipts.



Estimated receipts printed by state printing presses on heavy paper, and had a few signs of protection, usually water. At Solovki booms had even coat Solovki Islands - elephant with the letter 'U' on the horse-cloth. This puzzle convicts guessed easily: ' ELEPHANT ' Solovki Special Purpose Camp, ' Y' - Management. Such a circulation in the areas of vocational lasted for many years. Issues of different years were distinguished by the signatures of various members of the Collegium of OGPU - G. Boky, A. Kogan, M. Berman. Camp coupons were abolished in the early 30 's, when the printing facilities could not keep up with the development of the prison- camp system.



Until the 80s, each of the prisoners had its serial number, which he had to remember at any time and in any condition. Apparently, they decided to adopt a coherent system of registration, adjusted to the German concentration camps. When the snakes ' played on the piano ' in the security section (ie, surrendered his fingerprints), it is assigned a number, for example F -357. This number is displayed in chalk on a dark plaque that hung on the neck of prisoner. In this form it appeared in the ' shop ' and the security section was photographed for the prison- camp archives. The prisoner was issued four white stripes matter the size of eight to fifteen inches. These rags he had worn before his place designated by the Administration. Curiously, in the Main Directorate of the camps had no nationwide standard. Rooms can be attached in various places on the clothes, but in most cases - on the left side of the chest, back, leg, and on the cap (sometimes on the sleeve ).



On the quilted jackets in these places in advance of damage done. In the camp there were tailors shops, and those who were engaged in that factory cut fabric into a square, revealing a cotton pad. A quick snakes could not hide it, and the stigma impersonate volnyashku. Sometimes, when a place in the number etched with chlorine. The official statement demanded holler special contingent only on the numbers, forget the name, or worse, the name and surname. The chiefs of detachments are often brought down, tangled in the three-digit labels, and sometimes passed on the names of. To help the guards on each bunk convict nailed plate number and name. ' The guard ' could go to the barracks at night and finding an empty bed (' chifir somewhere, bitch ...



In the office of Heinrich Himmler concentration camp prisoners were put out the serial number on his arm. For this purpose, sanitary inspection rooms were tattooers, usually with a criminal record. Tear off a five-or six-digit stamp you can only skin. In the clothing of prisoners, in addition to numbers, sewed the symbol of nationality: Russian - the letter ' K', Polish - ' P ' and m. n. In the penalty box or the back of a striped potential escapees was attached a red circle, which was to assist in sighting the convoy shooting. If a prisoner secretly rip off the red tag, he was waiting for the local crematorium furnace.



In the late 80s to the beginning of corrective labor reform prisoners numbering thing of the past. 'N G215 ' was ' convicted Petrenko, a ' citizen of the head ' could be called ' Nicholas Alesanych ' or somehow like that.



Secret feature of hemoglobin.



This is a curious thing happened in 1976 in Kazakhstan, one of the CTI. About how convicts managed to escape from the chamber under the guise of a corpse ( almost count of Monte Cristo ), I have already told. Next morgue or area could not leave the malingerer. But in the case below, the fugitive escaped from the area under the guise of a sick, ready at any moment to be frozen up.



In the early morning two thousand prisoners, surrounded by soldiers, gunners, moved into the industrial zone. It was located three kilometers from the colony and was a huge three-story building, which the spring was called the repair and mechanical plant. Do lads managed to date - is unknown, and not so important.



At nine in the morning, work is already seething vengeance: crane blocks dragged from the top could be heard swearing at the lack of cement and careless handling of bricks at the bottom evenly paced team leaders - the blue of the recidivists in the nakolok nautyuzhennyh pants and no shirts. One of them approached a young lieutenant, who came to CTI only three days ago:.



- Why are you dressed not in uniform?.



Foreman led the eye towards the officer's insignia and briefly, clearly doing a favor, squeezed:.



- It must be.



After a moment he yelled to the crowd:.



- On the dick you have broken a stone ship! .



The lieutenant opened his mouth in confusion, but like the iconostasis of the snakes have moved away. Newbie looked questioningly at the head of the convoy, but he just waved his hand: do not bother, they say. The second of the supervisors suddenly began to vomit and to give the engineer drawings:.



- What do you nachirkal, eh? . Give it here!.



Thieves took away a piece of paper engineer, took a pencil from his pocket and began to draw. Then he threw:.



- Come to the floor three tons of cement, see?.



All this fun construction stopped abruptly shouts. It has fallen beams. Steel channel, and about three dozen bricks broke down from the third floor and shot down the path of one of the builders. At the cries and moans rushed an officer and two soldiers. Their eyes opened the picture is not for the faint of heart. Grohnuvshiysya from the second floor snakes lying as if collapsed spine straight on a pile of bricks. It is not blinking, looked up and seemed to have nothing on reacted. The wounded man did not even groan. Head of the convoy with a pale face and trembling lower lip faintly pressed:.



- Physician.



Then cried:.



- Is there a doctor?.



Doctors, of course, was not. Stare at the state of emergency came three more soldiers.



- In places! . Ten minutes later the doctor came running out of sick bay, and bent over the body. Zeke the first signs of life, slowly squinting. Alive! . Forty-year woman, who did not even had time to throw a white robe, looked up to where the beams rested until recently, and was horrified gaze shifted to a pile of bricks, which stretched flat on snakes. His eyelids fluttered wounded, he turned his head, trying to say something. The next moment of his half-open mouth flowed a trickle of blood. The woman recoiled. The officer said:.



- What happened to him?.



- Can be anything. There is not a moment to lose. Immediately in the car.



For a dying hospital identified the builder ' RAF '. Laying the body on a stretcher headed Captain. Tanned foremen re criminals drove prisoners to stroyraboty. When the leading edge of the stretcher got up to go to the salon, his mouth again convict blood gushing.



- Be careful! .



With grief in half pushed the stretcher into the vehicle. Next to the victim sat the doctor, which someone has already brought a white coat and bag. Sergeant sat behind the wheel of the internal service. On the way to the bouncing mounds Tupaylo published the first groan and opened his eyes wide. Then, gurgled and started making strange noises. The doctor immediately told to slow down, but the snakes did not let up. Finally, he threw back his head helplessly and died. The doctor rushed to bag. In this second Tupaylo jumped. In his hands flashed a knife and ran into the driver 's throat. The movement was so rapid that the tip of the blade is deeply scratched his throat.



- Sit, smelly bastard! .



Zeke went clearly on the mend. His appearance also cause terror nothing could. Bloody face, contorted grimace of evil, spewing these threats, the sergeant was even afraid to stir. From such a surprise the doctor had almost lost consciousness. She huddled in the corner and shaking all over. Her hands continued to frantically go through bags and bottles of hand-bag in the open. Tupaylo demanded to stop the car, thumb and index finger squeezed the sergeant orbit and, continuing to push the knife and shouted:.



- Tell me his tapestries. Rypneshsya - podohnesh. And you, bitch, too.



Sergeant obediently and hastily grabbed machine, lying in the front seat next to him, and handed the butt forward. Weapons had fallen behind his back, the bottom compartment. Zeke with the driver swung his head against the steering wheel, then grabbed the gun and recoiled back. The hand flinched the gate. The doctor shook and screamed. Without changing the position Tupaylo opened the door with his foot, and, aiming a sergeant in the head, slowly crawled out of the salon.



- Exit.



No one moved from place. Zeke pulled the car door and hit the butt of a soldier in the face.



- Get out!.



The doctor, ready at any moment to collapse in a faint, left the car. After it got the sergeant, holding a broken nose.



Tupaylo planned to shoot a month ago, but a brilliant plan just two days ago has matured. He did not risk way through thickets of wire CTI and an abscess on the bullet time. Try their fate decided to convict on the construction of civil engineering structures, where the convoy could impose its own rules. When a sidekick named Turnip noisily tore beam Tupaylo did not work on the second floor as the two guards assured mason, and below two meters from the pile of bricks, and choose that, you do not have. Brick fragments were scattered very often. The combination proved to be harder than it seemed at first: the overlap could not break down or crash is not so close could be an involuntary witness, which sooner or later would have shared his observations with the security section, and finally, the hero of the accident was an amazing show restraint, for half an hour . Ponder and option when Tupaylo simulated drop from the third floor - with no gimmicks and destruction, but the idea was too trivial. Mikroshok required, noise and dust, blood and broken bones.



The day before the shoot in the studio Tupaylo got a bottle of red watercolor, which in past years the camp artist deduced posters like, ' Sam read, tell me another way: honest work - the road to the house '. Fashioned from the cellophane wrapper from a cigarette pack a small bag, he filled it with paint and sealed the top. Sealed bag will carry was in the industrial zone and stored in a safe place. After another smoke break, who generously allowed the team leader, Tupaylo winks with turnips and slowly walked to his humble creature, who played perhaps the leading role. Had to wait a long time, creating the appearance of energetic. Tupaylo is stirring cement, it helped fill sand, packed valves. Seizing the moment when the lads moved lazily for another cigarette break, he made ​​a sign to Rene, looming somewhere under the roof. Another second - and a heavy beam with a roar flew down, clinging to the walls and ledges. As soon as she landed a meter away from the bricks, as Tupaylo already squeezing the bag in the mouth with the ' blood ', pulled out of his hiding place and threw himself on his back on a pile of rubble. I had to sacrifice a little back and throw the body on the sharp edge of the brick. In the eyes immediately went dark, and then sailed colored circles. The pouch of the mouth of the second spasm was leaking, and there was disgusting taste of old paint. It was too late to retreat.



Clenching his teeth, and feeling that the package is about to burst, snakes lay with his eyes slightly opened and listened to the desperate cry of Turnips. Koresh convoy shouting, pointing to the roof and down. Next he heard voices and faces flashed. Despite the intense pain in his back, managed to relax zeku. He resignedly looked up, trying to predict when he will begin to choke paint. He was afraid to beat and izrygnut column ' blood '. Finally, among the weather-beaten faces appeared hateful woman's face. It was a doctor. Now Tupaylo decided to release a stream of paint, which has a mouth full of nabilsya. He tried to imagine myself on the side but nothing happened. A warm, heated air stream and tongue ran down her cheek. When a prisoner dragged on a stretcher, he did not moan. On the back with pleasure felt something sticky. The blood on the back could not help noticing. This is good. The main thing - reliability, validity complete. Before loading into the salon ' patient ' allowed himself to re- wet paint cheek and chin. Now the young lieutenant had already shouted, whose Tale from the first day for some reason dubbed Gavryushov.



Tupaylo looked at the pale and trembling sergeant doctor. In his mind roilas eternal dilemma: shoot or not shoot. Finally, he ordered:.



- Undress. Do not you fool.



The sergeant stood in indecision and continued to drill through the eyes of prisoner. Blood from the broken nose he poured over his chin, and he tried in vain to stop it.



- The shirt is not stained, nit. To empty the cowards.



Hesitated a little, a soldier started shooting form. The doctor looked away tactfully. Soon Sergeant was standing in his shorts. Tupaylo ordered him to leave two steps back. He took the pants and shirt and ordered:.



- Faces in the ground, quickly.



The barrel looked menacing again on the victims, who quickly fell into a roadside dust. Zeke put the machine on the ground and began to rapidly change. Suddenly, his face contorted. He tore off the shirt from the back and called a doctor. The woman took out his bag of cotton wool and a bottle of alcohol. Very carefully, afraid of causing nerve zeku extra pain, the doctor handled the wounds. Tupaylo moaned, writhed, but survived until the end of the procedure. At his request, on the bleeding wounds of the patch was applied. After that, once again fell victim to the ground next to the naked warrior. Dressed in the form of a sergeant of internal forces, snakes with joy found in the pocket of a pack of cigarettes. He slammed the back door of the cabin, he climbed into the cockpit and put on his cap with a red band. Finally, a doctor and a soldier were the last team:.



- Lie down and take up to a thousand. Otherwise, come back and close up completely.



' RAF ' boomed and moved the dusty road. Tupaylo hoping to get to the city where he could seize gasoline. On the long journey he did not expect. Maximum of two hours on all roads will be exposed GRP - temporary investigative positions, around which are very difficult to Kazakh steppes. If we can achieve the Karaganda and sit on any long-range tier, it can be seen as an unprecedented luck. now. Now petrol would last only ten or twelve miles.



' Sergeant ' stood up, looked in the rearview mirror and recoiled in horror: it looked wild, blood- smeared face. Only now he felt a burning dried paint. Tupaylo slowed down, found the hand-bag in the familiar bottle of alcohol and began to tear off scabs and dry cured. After cleaning the face, he thoughtfully looked at alcohol and overthrew the remnants of the liquid in the mouth. Parched throat burned more. Zeke sighed loudly three times, wiped away tears and once again got behind the wheel. Ten minutes seemed suburbs loomed post GUY. Not dropping speed automatic Tupaylo removed the fuse and put the barrel on the right knee. Casually sliding the cap on his head shaved, he tensed up and prepared for the worst. His face was flushed, his mouth was a nasty taste, his head was spinning slightly. Yet he confidently led the ' RAF ' with troop numbers.



Perspiring sergeant on duty, laboring under the heat of the steppe, lazily met the car and nodded slightly fighter in the form of Sergeant. The second inspector carefully drilled ' RAF ', and seemed about to wave her wand. Tupaylo to the pain in your hands clenched the steering wheel and forced a smile inspector. The duel lasted through the eyes of a second, zeku also seemed that the minutes were. The car successfully passed the post and followed the watchful eye of inspectors, rode into the city. Under the cover of the form could be more (or only ) a half-hour. Zeke decided not to tear the car to Karaganda, and sit on a trade or a passenger train here. He parked the ' RAF ' in a lonely yard and re- examined the interior. Under the seat was found worn travel bag, which lay down machine with a disconnected butt. From there his bag packing dipyrone, promedolom ampoule, syringe. The back is aching and tortured with every movement. Tupaylo unhesitatingly charged the ' accordion ' and injected promedol. After a few minutes the pain subsided, but there were nausea and buzzing in my head. He took the bag and walked out of the car. In five minutes there was a railway station.



Almost not hiding, Tupaylo walking along the road, head down and not looking at oncoming pedestrians. It was too early to celebrate a victory, but the snakes felt some relief. Perhaps the impact effect of the drug. He did not even know that he left to live no more than an hour.



When the ' RAF ' disappeared behind the gates of the industrial zone, one of the prisoners, loaded Tupayla on a stretcher, and then in the room, noticed the strangeness. Bloody substance, which wounded plentifully smeared his hands and he tried to wash under the tap, not minimized. It stuck, dry up, but no darkening. Soon it ceased to resemble the color of blood, even. His discovery of snakes shared with the brothers, and after five minutes of ' miracle hemoglobin ' knew the convoy commander. He personally inspected the hands of convict and even sniffed. It seemed that a second, and it will remove a sample of language. The captain beckoned to one of the team leaders - the leader of the camp of the asset - and went with him to the side. Good conversation has not turned. The officer threw something evil foreman, and he frowned and turned away. Finally prisoner walked away and walked quickly into the construction. Even a few minutes later it turned out, who worked under the ceiling, and who first yelled about the terrible state of emergency. Warrant Officer and Sergeant Turnips led to the two-story building which housed the administration of construction. Behind him a captain of the guards.



Reputation was dragged to the second floor, the department of transportation. The captain asked the officers to leave him just five minutes. He was sure that this time it will be enough. When the door closed, Warrant Officer struck in the groin Turnips. Zeke yelled and danced around the office. In nod to the master sergeant unbuckled the belt and bound his hands handcuffed Turnip. The captain wiped from the table someone's pile of papers to make room for a convicted. Turnips laid on his stomach on a table and bared his back. Ensign of the electric kettle cord is pulled, folded in half and prepared for execution. The captain jerked his head prisoner 's chin and whispered:.



- It's an escape?.



Sweating ensign with cord did not have to. Terrified Turnips successfully passed the sidekick. The report of the escape took the chief Regiment convoy duty. Within minutes, police were notified posts, army units have been created and sent a detachment of GRP on the trail of ' RAF '. By the time the doctor and the sergeant had already wandered back to the area.



From the operational aspects:.



' From prison escaped Tupaylo Viktor, born in 1947, a native of Kotovsk Tambov region, not married, thrice convicted. The deadline was serving for robbery. It may be dressed in the form of a sergeant of internal troops, armed with an AK N 326791, with the detention can be resisted. Height - 175 cm, average body type. Oval face, gray eyes, slightly prominent. Special features - the scar above the left brow arch, a tattoo on his shoulder (skull with a cigarette in his mouth ). '.



Tupaylo came to the station. A hundred meters away heard the locomotive whistles and the monotonous sound of the wheels. The road came up against a two-story white building, behind which lay a railway track. Tupaylo mechanically - for the third or fourth time - searched the pockets of his trousers and shirts. In addition to cigarettes in them there was nothing. Zeke with assumed indifference, stood near the table and walked to the platform, where after ten minutes was expected to train. He stood in the shade of a tree, with a half-open bag between his legs. Hence, were clearly visible all the apron and access road to the station. Nothing suspicious Tupaylo noticed. For the first time in the last hour he lit. His route he seemed vaguely. The brain, as it were ordered in a train have to get someone's clothes, jump on the course near the village where the train does not stop. further. Wait and see.



Hoarse loudspeaker announced landing. Perron animated, nervous, someone caught him a bag. Tupaylo picked up the bag, but remained in place. He carefully examined the platform. Inner sense, rather reminiscent of animal instinct, intuition suddenly caught bare the danger. She wandered somewhere nearby, but where? . Tupaylo threw a cigarette and sat down quickly. Hands looks lazily dropped the bag and touched the hot metal per day. In the umpteenth time quietly tripped fuse. In the inflamed head throbbed the only question is who? .



Zeke looked. He could not see in the window on the second floor SVD rifle with a barely glimpsed flare optical sight. Perron quickly emptied. Tupaylo more intuitive than the sensibly sit down next to two elderly women and marched to the train. He was carrying a bag in front of him, right arm was in a bag on the trigger. He was ready to shoot through the fabric. The first woman missed forward, then he stepped on the bandwagon. Tupaylo for a moment, pulled out a hand to grasp the handrail. After a second burst under the scorching pain of right shoulder, threw in the direction. Ringing in the ears immediately scored a female screaming. Zeke landed on his right hand, but that treacherously gave way and he hit his chin on the door of the car. Someone's put her foot hard into his neck, which nearly broke his Adam's apple. Hooked fingers snatched the bag, and the top came a hoarse voice: ...



He floundered in the heavy viscous pain, drowning in her own blood, choking. Time has stopped, all the red waves rolled and rolled, but could not lose consciousness. Adopted promedol deferred saving complaints of pain, which began at rest. Before his eyes flashed green clothes, someone shouted: ' The machine on the platform! '. The second time that day convict shipped to the salon, but now hanging over him is not the kind eyes of a doctor, and face guards gorillopodobnye. For years, coached the men bound him ' bracelets ', tucked under his head and then smelling boots.



' Call '.



In the life of any prisoner there comes a time when Otsizhu longer than have to sit out. This, of course, half the time. Depending on the total term of snakes began to prepare for the day ahead of time ' call '. In Soviet times, the majority vacated simply had nowhere to go.



There was a list of settlements ( the capital of the Union republics, the city of heroes, the border zone, port cities and m. Dr.. and m. n. ), Where the former zeku path- the path was ordered. Many prescribed for so-called ' one hundred and first mile ' or toiled at passport offices, executive committees, receiving all sorts of ' Bureaux ' in the vain hope of getting permission to live in the home with his father and mother. The stricter regime, the greater the restrictions on registration. And if a prisoner, regardless of the regime, there were no relatives, the living space it passed under the jurisdiction of the state and gave herself to those in need - for example, young professionals and Ugro OBKhSS.



Today everything is different. Restrictions lifted, but the difficulties for the prisoner to the free life not diminished. Always in need of rabsile plants are, and businesses very reluctant to hire convicted. If, however, willing to take, it's just suspicious. Sergei T. For example, serving a sentence (1.5 years) for disorderly conduct 25 years ago. And when applying for a job in some company - hid this terrible fact of his biography. Worked Friday and by Monday all came to light ( thanks to the vigilance personnel officer - a former committee members ), and Sergei was banished in disgrace with the prestigious ' post ' personal driver ' Jeep Cherokee '. But he simply forgot about the criminal record - do not freed a year ago!.



The closer the ' call ', the slower alternate days. Time slows down. Last year, for as long as the previous two, but last week as three months.



The night before the release of snakes, while respecting the Kent and neighbors in the barracks, a few cans of brew chifir very strong and simple ' Merchant ' tea. This is a departure. Travel snakes, of course, fulfill promises made to the Tale: give something, someone will call. But a lot of promises will not be the case frivolous. When someone in the excitation of the forthcoming, screaming: ' Mates! . '- Be sure to insert someone sarcastically:' something to wear helmets? ' . So do not make excessive promises: not to execute - will remember a bad word, and sit down again - will remember and show.



Releasing often idealize the life expectancy. This is due, of course, with the intoxication of freedom, free air. Many hard to fit into life in general, not to mention, in particular, about the life of a family or work. The longer, the more difficult adaptation. ' The model of society ' (prison and a zone ), in which a number of years there was a prisoner, stretched in space to the size of the Company in kind. In the area of ​​snakes could reach the enemy sharpening - the Society of the enemy builds its intrigues at a great distance. ' Roosters ' freely walk the streets, passers-by grabbed the sleeves, the word ' goat ' - in the universal common parlance. All are sent with each other on. and commemorate the bad word of his mother. How to live in a world where all concepts are shifted, lifted bans and smells of lawlessness? . But the second path leads eventually to the same.



But let us not, like the convoy, ' horror catch up ' on the reader. Who was there - he is not afraid of the horror, but who was not - it's better to remember the page a little brighter.



Today in many areas all modes, prisons are being built and restored churches - mainly by the prisoners themselves. One of the first priests of the prison ( Butyrskaya prison ) was Fr Gleb ( Khaled ), a war veteran who was awarded sixteen decorations and medals, as well known in the past, scientist, professor of geology. According to a. Dworkin, ' Father Gleb loved everything: the guards and prisoners. You had to see how the cameras were waiting for the inhabitants of his visit, as tenderly, and with what respected him and begged him to stay like them a little more '. From 1991 to 1994 lasted for a pastoral way of Father Gleb in Butyrskaya. He died on November 1, 1994 after a serious illness. At the funeral the whole church gathered Moscow, fellow geologists, former convicts and prison staff.



Who else but the Church can say words of comfort sentenced to death, who can reconcile the offender with the whole world at once, and bless his last journey, heard the words of repentance? . Cursed on the left was an inhabitant of hell, who believed the right - the first of the men went to heaven with Christ himself. Being right or left - that's the problem of choice for any of today's thieves and publicans, harlots, and the rich young man, and even more so - for those who had already been imprisoned in the earth, the earth to atone for the law.



Zeki build temples. One of them was captured in the photo, touching in architecture, a fountain with angels, someone seems almost trite, but really - is permeated with sincere love and reverence for the sacred to the fact that above the camp towers, punishment cells, kartezhnaya fights and hard labor.



My favorite tattoo is 90% of Russian prisoners - a cross. He skewers on the breast, in chains or without chains on the fingers and wrist, and he is on the symbolic cathedrals, adorning the backs experienced ' tramps '. Rather, as the cross tattoo has appeared with the beginning of the atheist propaganda in the 20s of this century, when the zealous kommunochekisty interpreted ' natural cross ( on a chain or braid )' as a counter-revolutionary propaganda and tore it from the orthodox (even break the law! ) Sometimes . Pinned the cross could not break, but an answer for him, apparently, had to keep violent. That is why he became a symbol of the first otritsalovki - bandits, urkaganov, tramps, thieves.

According to the stories of the old prisoners in Stalin's time, almost without exception, were worthy of the behavior of ' religious people ' (the so- called clerics in. Shalamov ). And they were sitting - without an account. To produce steel only in the war years.
All are equal before God. Absolute inequality supervisor and prisoner - out of the temple, the temple stood and pupkari and convicts - in front of a priest, a cross, are - in front of the One God, who came into this world as we know, not for the righteous but for sinners.
St. Paul says: ... And such were some of you, but have been washed, but sanctified, justified in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ and the Spirit of our God '. (1 Corinthians. 6-10, II).
God willing, and we all omoemsya. We have the same cross on his chest - anyone in the braid, who - on a gold chain, who - under the skin of hammered steel needle.