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пятница, 25 февраля 2022 г.

“A blade flashed, soon the face was covered with blood”

The mafia attacked the journalist. Soon the "authority" was removed by the killer




How Otari Kvantrishvili and his henchmen "dealt" with objectionable people.

The era of the 90s did not spare anyone. Reporters are no exception. But in sports journalism, the case is unique in its own way. Never before have they “run into” people, it seemed, in an absolutely peaceful direction - coverage of events in arenas, venues, stadiums ...



Our colleague literally “got” with his sharp, critical publications not only officials, but also the mafiosi who joined them. Sharper than his notes, articles - only their knives and razors.

We are publishing the second part of the investigation into the attack, the details of which were provided specifically for the telegram channel of the Cheka-OGPU and Rucriminal.info by the well-known sports journalist, author of books about football Alexei Matveev

BLOOD RIVER

Metro station Savelovskaya. People are in a hurry to work. Suddenly I hear loud footsteps behind me. Involuntarily he turned around. I see the boys are running. It turned out to be for me. They were afraid, apparently, to miss the chance to get even with the journalist, guessed after the fact. Although around, but literally next to me, there are a dime a dozen people, not overcrowded. Could they have attacked, God forbid, killed or maimed? They will not slaughter, and they will not shoot in front of numerous witnesses.

- Excuse me, are you Matveev? strangers politely asked.

It was hard to think after a sleepless night. The reaction is slow. I walked with the thought - to get to the gym faster, kick the ball, wake up completely during the game, come to my senses.

- We need to talk to you, let's step aside, - meanwhile, my new acquaintances were broadcasting in my ear.

And why did I mess with them?! Much can be attributed to my sleepy state. But you have to think! In general, it is his own fault, one might say, he "overslept" the attack on himself.

We crossed a narrow highway, deepened to the opposite side. It all happened under the bridge. Nearby, again a few meters away, people hurried to work, the visibility of what happened next is excellent.

Sharp blows to the head rained down on me, as if from a cornucopia, a blade flashed, and soon my face was filled with blood. And the brave guys who completed the bloody deed famously ran away, only their heels sparkled. I tried to fight back, but I could not fully defeat the "dared men" who attacked one by two.

After the attack and cuts, he returned to the busy sidewalk at a run. People shied away in horror. They probably decided that I was a member of a gangster "showdown", no one cared about me.

Meanwhile, trickles of blood flowed from both cheeks, chin, arms. The handkerchief, of course, could not stop the abundant current, it just grabbed it like it was the last "straw".

I rushed back to the subway infirmary. They closed it a long time ago. Again - running - went upstairs. It was necessary to stop the bloody "river". So as not to die from a plentiful loss.

I found the coveted first-aid post next to the building of the Savelovsky railway station. The nurse stopped the seemingly endless flow of blood.

The policeman from the station building, cursing, drove me in his UAZ to the Botkin hospital, the nearest from the scene of the attack. He was angry, cursing also because such cases are not uncommon on his territory. Tired of such "passengers" to carry. Having learned that I was not a bandit, but a journalist, I changed my anger to mercy.

"AN UNOBVIOUS MATTER"

An hour and a half later, I was taken from Botkinskaya to a specialized clinic named after Semashko, to the surgeon Sergei Merkulov. Later I found out that Sergey Yakovlevich is one of the top three facial surgeons in Moscow.

I had to spend neither more nor less than a couple of weeks in a hospital bed, such is the cycle of treatment, recovery. Sergei Yakovlevich never let go before.



Writing reporters, TV and radio journalists came to the clinic in large numbers. Suddenly became a "star". Although, even before the incident, he was a very prominent reporter who informed readers about criminal events from the world of big-time sports, including in his favorite football.

Representatives of law enforcement agencies also visited. I was assured that the investigation of the criminal case was taken under personal control by the then Interior Minister Viktor Yerin.

In his statement addressed to the head of the regional department for combating org. Crime indicated three possible customers of the attack. President of the Social Protection Fund Otari Kvantrishvili, head of the Russian Football Union Vyacheslav Koloskov and head of the Russian Association of Football Referees, the notorious Eduard Shklovsky.

While I was in the hospital, I heard the promises of the security forces: they allegedly already found the gym where the scoundrels who cut me were training. The point is small: do not frighten them, detain them. Just a song! Time passed, and the result remained zero.

Tired of the delays of the brave law enforcement officers, he started his own investigation. Anyway, I tried to find out at least something. In addition to what has already been said.

After "going through the throes", numerous calls to the authorities, meetings with the security forces, he burst into an angry, ironic publication in Rossiyskaya Gazeta. She came out in the summer of that year. Here are excerpts from it:

“... How the investigation is going on, I can only guess,” Investigator Alexa informed his readers Nanka "manifested" only a week and a half ago. He called me at home, found out the address of the Semashko clinic, where my face was “sewn up”.

I am sitting in the office of investigator A. Nanka. I know that the address of the clinic was not interested in vain. It turns out that a forensic examination is necessary. Four months later! I also find out that criminal case No. 013714 dated March 2 under article 108, part 1 (intentional grievous bodily harm) - the term of imprisonment for it is up to eight years - was originally conducted by another specialist, Viktor Leonov.



He prepared a resolution “on the suspension of the case” (dated May 2). Base? “In connection with the failure to identify the person subject to criminal liability.” On the day of my visit to the Savelovskoye police department, I was lucky. The "guru" of the local detective Viktor Leonov entered the room where I was talking with Alexander Nanka. I asked him what difficulties arose during the proceedings.

“You see, I am a specialist in so-called obvious cases, and your case is too non-obvious,” said the investigator.

From what was said, I understood: “an obvious case” is when a bandit sneers at the victim and waits for him to be covered at the crime scene. Then you can shine with instant disclosure.

True, the Savelovsky inter-district prosecutor, counselor of justice E. Zalegin did not agree with the conclusions of the "specialist" Leonov. He stated: "This decision is subject to cancellation, since not a single investigative action has been carried out in the case." And he appointed a specific date for the detectives: June 20. Looking ahead: they still didn’t do anything, in fact, signing in impotence. ”



A difficult relationship with Otari Kvantrishvili ended as follows. On April 5, 1994, the killer mortally wounded Otari Vitalyevich with several shots at the exit from the capital's Krasnopresnensky baths, where the "authority" liked to spend his free time. The next morning, the Georgian "master of social protection" was supposed to fly to Rome for the World Freestyle Wrestling Championship.

I didn't rejoice. And, to be honest, I didn’t grieve over his sudden death…



Alexey Matveev

Source: www.rucriminal.info

«Мелькнуло лезвие, вскоре лицо залилось кровью»

Мафия атаковала журналиста. Вскоре «авторитета» убрал киллер





Как Отари Квантришвили и его подручные «разбирались» с неугодными.

Эпоха 90-х не щадила никого. Репортеры – не исключение. Но в спортивной журналистике случай по-своему уникальный. Никогда прежде не «наезжали» на людей, казалось, абсолютно мирного направления – освещения событий на аренах, площадках, стадионах…

Наш коллега буквально «достал» своими острыми, критическими публикациями не только чиновников, но и примкнувших к ним мафиози. Острее его заметок, статей – только их ножи и бритвы.

Могила Отари Квантришвили




Публикуем вторую часть расследования о нападении, подробности которого специально для телеграм-канала ВЧК-ОГПУ и Rucriminal.info предоставил известный спортивный журналист, автор книг о футболе Алексей Матвеев

КРОВЬ РЕКОЙ

Метро «Савеловская. Народ на работу спешит. Вдруг слышу гулкие шаги за спиной. Невольно обернулся. Смотрю, пацаны бегут. Оказалось, за мной. Боялись, видимо, упустить шанс поквитаться с журналистом, постфактум догадался. Хотя вокруг, да буквально рядом со мной, народу пруд пруди, не протолкнуться. Разве могли напасть, не дай бог, убить, или покалечить? Не зарежут, и не застрелят же на глазах многочисленных свидетелей.

- Извините, вы Матвеев? – вежливо обратились незнакомцы.

С трудом соображал после бессонной ночи. Реакция замедленная. Шел с мыслью – быстрее добраться в спортзал, мяч попинать, за игрой проснуться окончательно, прийти в себя.

- Нам необходимо поговорить с вами, давайте отойдем в сторонку, - вещали тем временем в ухо мои новые знакомые.

И зачем я с ними поперся?! Многое можно списать на мое сонное состояние. Но соображать-то надо! В общем, сам виноват, можно сказать, «проспал» нападение на себя.

Пересекли узкое шоссе, углубились на противоположную сторону. Под мостом все и произошло. Рядом, опять же в нескольких метрах, люди спешили на работу, видимость того, что произошло дальше, прекрасная.

На меня, как из рога изобилия, посыпались резкие удары в голову, мелькнуло лезвие, вскоре лицо залилось кровью. А бравые ребята, оформившие кровавое дело, лихо убегали, лишь пятки сверкали. Попытался отбиться, но полноценно не смог одолеть «смельчаков», напавших вдвоем на одного.

После нападения и порезов, бегом вернулся на оживленный тротуар. Люди в ужасе шарахались в стороны. Наверное, решили, я участник бандитской «разборки», никому дела до меня не было.

Между тем струйки крови текли из обеих щек, подбородка, руки. Носовой платок, конечно, не мог остановить обильное течение, просто схватился за него, как за последнюю «соломинку».

Метнулся назад, в медпункт метро. Закрыли его давно. Снова – бегом – поднялся наверх. Требовалось кровавую «речку» остановить. Чтобы не умереть от обильной потери.

Нашел-таки рядом со зданием Савеловского вокзала вожделенный медпункт. Медсестра остановила, казалось, нескончаемый поток крови.

Милиционер из привокзального помещения, чертыхаясь, вез меня в своем «уазике» в Боткинскую больницу, ближайшую от места нападения. Злился, ругался еще и потому, что на его территории подобные случаи не редкость. Надоело таких «пассажиров» возить. Узнав, что я не бандит, а журналист, сменил гнев на милость.

«НЕОЧЕВИДНОЕ ДЕЛО»

Спустя час-полтора из Боткинской меня отвезли в специализированную клинику имени Семашко, к хирургу Сергею Меркулову. Позже узнал, Сергей Яковлевич входит в тройку лучших лицевых хирургов Москвы.

На больничной койке предстояло провести ни много, ни мало, пару недель, таков цикл лечения, восстановления. Сергей Яковлевич раньше и не отпускал.



В клинику понаехали пишущие репортеры, теле и радиожурналисты. В одночасье стал «звездой». Хотя и до происшествия был весьма заметным репортером, сообщавшим читателям о криминальных событиях из мира большого спорта, в любимом футболе, в том числе.

Навестили и представители силовых ведомств. Меня заверили, расследование уголовного дела взял под личный контроль тогдашний министр внутренних дел Виктор Ерин.

В своем заявлении на имя начальника регионального управления по борьбе с орг. преступностью указал трех возможных заказчиков нападения. Президента фонда соцзащиты Отари Квантришвили, руководителя Российского футбольного союза Вячеслава Колоскова и главу Российской ассоциации футбольных арбитров, небезызвестного Эдуарда Шкловского.

Пока лежал в больнице, слышал обещания силовиков: они, якобы, уже нашли зал, где тренировались негодяи, порезавшие меня. Дело за малым: не спугнуть их, задержать. Просто песня! Шло время, а результат оставался нулевым.

Надоели проволочки бравых сотрудников правопорядка, затеял собственное расследование. Во всяком случае, попытался выяснить хоть что-то. Дополнительно сверх того, о чем уже рассказал.

После «хождения по мукам», многочисленных звонков в инстанции, встреч с силовиками, разразился злой, ироничной публикацией в «Российской газете». Она вышла летом того же года. Вот выдержки из нее:

«…Как идет следствие, могу только догадываться, - сообщал своим читателям – Следователь Александр Нанка «проявился» лишь полторы недели назад. Он звонил мне домой, выяснял адрес клиники Семашко, где мне «зашивали» лицо.

Сижу в кабинете следователя А. Нанка. Узнаю, адресом клиники интересовались не зря. Оказывается, нужно провести судмедэкспертизу. Спустя четыре месяца! Еще выясняю, уголовное дело №013714 от 2 марта по статье 108, часть 1 (умышленные тяжкие телесные повреждения) – срок лишения свободы по нему до восьми лет – первоначально вел другой специалист, Виктор Леонов.



Он подготовил постановление «о приостановлении дела» (датируется 2 мая). Основание? «В связи с не установлением лица, подлежащего привлечению к уголовной ответственности». Мне в день визита в УВД «Савеловское» везло. В комнату, где я беседовал с Александром Нанка, вошел «гуру» местного сыска Виктор Леонов. Спросил у него, какие трудности возникли по ходу разбирательства.

- Видите ли, я специалист по так называемым очевидным делам, а ваш случай слишком неочевиден, - молвил следователь.

Из сказанного понял: «очевидное дело» - это когда бандит глумится над жертвой и ждет, что его накроют на месте преступления. Тогда можно блеснуть моментальной раскрываемостью.

Правда, с выводами «специалиста» Леонова не согласился Савеловский межрайонный прокурор, советник юстиции Е. Залегин. Он констатировал: «Указанное решение подлежит отмене, так как по делу не проведено ни одного следственного действия». И назначил конкретный срок сыщикам: 20 июня. Забегая вперед: все равно ничего не сделали, по сути, расписавшись в бессилии».


Отари Квантришвили (в центре)




А непростые взаимоотношения с Отари Квантришвили завершились следующим образом. 5 апреля 1994 года киллер несколькими выстрелами смертельно ранил Отари Витальевича на выходе из столичных Краснопресненских бань, где «авторитет» любил проводить свободное время. Следующим утром грузинский «мастер соцзащиты» должен был лететь в Рим на чемпионат мира по вольной борьбе.

Не ликовал я. И, признаться, не горевал по поводу его внезапной кончины…



Алексей Матвеев

Источник: www.rucriminal.info

воскресенье, 20 февраля 2022 г.

They cut with razors and knives. Blood flowed in streams on the asphalt

How a journalist fell under the "distribution" of the mafia





Sports criminals in Russia are one of the most cruel and merciless. This story is standalone. Nearly killed a sports reporter. Seems like a peaceful profession. But, if you dig deeper, fight with dirt in a big sport, you can easily end up in the next world. Or miraculously stay alive.



This man is very lucky. He survived, being on the verge of non-existence. With cuts and scars on his face, like the hero of a horror movie, he still publishes revealing articles about the ins and outs of the life of Russian sports, in football, above all.

The main customer of that attack was considered the leader of the criminal world of the 90s, Otari Kvantrishvili. But not only he...

A sports journalist and author of books about football, Aleksey Matveev, tried to investigate the story of the "collision" with himself. He provided details specifically for the telegram channel of the Cheka-OGPU and Rucriminal.info.



REHEARSAL OF "ARRIVAL"



... January 5, 1994 will be remembered for the rest of my life. A truly ominous day. My sharp publications, especially in Rossiyskaya Gazeta, did not go unnoticed. The clouds, figuratively speaking, thickened.

The few journalists who sympathized with me warned: “They change their faces when they read your publications, they literally “turn green” from unbearable anger. Be careful. They promised to take me to the wilderness, to tear them to pieces…”.

Looking ahead, everything was done in Moscow, in front of dumbfounded people. Yes, opponents not only reacted irritably, but rushed about in a rage. Apparently, they were waiting for an opportunity, the slightest pretext to clash with me. If not life, then health was certainly at stake.

On January 5, in the lobby of the first floor of the building of the Russian Olympic Committee on Luzhnetskaya Embankment, my long-awaited clash with the odious leader of the refereeing football corps, Eduard Shklovsky, took place. I went to a press conference of the then coach of the Russian national team Pavel Sadyrin. A scandal erupted in the team's camp, and a meeting with journalists was dedicated to him. In the summer of the same year, the team was to play at the world championship in the United States.

Shklovsky, on the contrary, left the building of the Olympic Committee. Earlier, a meeting of the executive committee of the RFU was held, the results were summed up, including refereeing in the Russian championship. The department of Eduard Isaakovich got the "nuts", there is also the journalist Matveev with critical, ironic, even sarcastic notes and articles. The judge got sick, boiled. I decided to take out my anger, especially since the case turned up. Here he is the "offender", Matveev. Give it to me for the “breasts”. Emotions surged from Shklovsky.

We hustled a little with him, Eduard Isaakovich even pictorially called for help - the police. A somewhat comical situation. They seem to be respectable citizens, but they staged a fight.

I went up to the tiny hall of the collegium of the Olympic Committee, it was impossible to breathe. About sixty journalists crowded. Feeling like we're herring in the tightest bank. Writing reporters, as well as colleagues from TV and radio companies, gathered.

Suddenly, during a press conference, a huge, almost two-meter Otari Kvantrishvili literally burst into the hall. In the past, a freestyle wrestler with broad shoulders, like a rock, towered over us mere mortals. From the effect of surprise, those present were momentarily numb, froze and waited for what would follow next.

- We will deal with those who blacken Russian football and its leadership in the press, - Otari announced promisingly from the doorway.

The journalistic people fell silent, apparently, in anticipation of the next pearls of the leader of the criminal world. They followed after the event. As soon as I was about to leave the hall after talking with Sadyrin, one of the assistants accompanying Otari, Andrey Slushaev, came close. Also a fighter, a colorful guy, in size, however, a little less than the leader. “Otari Vitalyevich would like to talk to you,” my new acquaintance said in a tone that brooked no objections.



FRONT ATTACK



Otari Kvantrishvili dreamed of settling within the walls of the State Duma. He methodically created a political (!) party of athletes in order to enter the house on Okhotny Ryad with it. Thus, he would legalize his, to put it mildly, dubious activities on the sidelines of big Russian sports and politics.

It was no coincidence that Otari Vitalievich began to actively attend football events. He intended, - oh, a miracle! - to go as part of the official Russian delegation to the upcoming world championship in America. I planned to negotiate with the then head of FIFA, the Brazilian Joao Havelange.

By the way, the freestyle wrestler (literally and figuratively) visited the President of the Football Union Vyacheslav Koloskov very regularly. Probably, Otari Vitalyevich discussed with Vyacheslav Ivanovich the details of future negotiations with Havelange.

There was a difficult conversation with a person of a truly "universal" scale. After all, he was going to negotiate with Havelange himself.

- Why do you write about “fixed” matches, do you scold Koloskov in the press? - Otari Vitalyevich barked from the start.

I answered him - if I criticize someone in the press, including the mentioned person already, so there is something for it.

I spoke with notes of "metal" in my voice. Around were reporters who had not had time to disperse, other people. They listened to our dialogue with genuine interest, if such a thing was drawn to a dialogue.

- Look, Koloskov wrote a statement in my name, asking me to protect him from your attacks in the press, - Kvantrishvili continued in a raised voice, - and shook a piece of paper in front of me. “If you don’t stop slandering Slava, our football, we will beat it in the newspaper,” the mighty wrestler announced openly, not embarrassed by those present. - In general, you are bilious, angry, it's time to deal with you ...

- In sports, you will begin to understand, when you listen to my opinion, you will do as I say, - summed up the "guru" of domestic crime.

We parted by no means friends, each with his own opinion. The thought - to publish in hot pursuit a sharp, revealing note - relentlessly pursued me. Why on earth, even a very venerable bandit, threatens me with violence?

Above, I told you what was the pathos of the master of sports in freestyle wrestling, who combined the post of president of the Lev Yashin Foundation. After all, he really was going to the World Cup in America. What for?

Well, of course, football is the number one sport in the world. Otari Vitalievich wanted thereby to add political weight to himself. To be a respected person in the Duma, an unconditional authority.

Kvantrishvili did not disdain anything. He began his stormy activity by tearing jewelry from his fellow tribesmen - Georgians. Chains, pendants, and other valuables went, apparently, into the depths of the social security fund, but one must have start-up capital.

Further more. Robbery, racketeering, robbery, attempts on obstinate people - businessmen, entrepreneurs.



CATTLE FOR SALE



Alas, almost any team is not complete without freaks. He also turned out to be a traitor in Rossiyskaya Gazeta. Vladislav Ivanov was none other than the Deputy Editor-in-Chief. Of course, I was aware of the editorial plans, they were publicly discussed at the morning planning meetings.

And so he rendered an invaluable service to Otari: he informed him about the upcoming publication, he was not too lazy to read the contents of the sensational, revealing material to the “boss”.

Why did he do it? Ivanov took money from Kvantrishvili to finance the sailing federation, he somehow worked sideways in it. How can you not inform the sponsor about the upcoming information "bomb"?!

In general, livestock is for sale. There are, unfortunately, many people like him in and around journalism. They turned our wonderful profession into a profitable craft. This is their style, way of life. Nothing is sacred. Money really doesn't smell to them.

…Otari was furious at the text read to him over the phone. Of course, it was not difficult for a mafioso of a fairly large caliber to get through to the editor-in-chief of Rossiyskaya Gazeta, Natalya Polezhaeva. The background of the conversation is clear: what do you allow yourself?! What other post? Yes, he and the guys will smash the entire editorial office, that is, blow it up. So he stated.

Polezhaeva, however, did not flinch. Went with security for a while. She had such an opportunity, she headed not a sharashkin office, but a printed edition of the Russian government.

On January 20, 1994, my article, which became famous, was published in Rosgazeta under the heading: “Otari Kvantrishvili: we will beat.” It makes sense to quote from it:

“... After a memorable press conference of the head coach of the football team Pavel Sadyrin and the president of the RFU Vyacheslav Koloskov, a certain Slushaev approached me, a colorful figure under a hundred kilos. And he politely invited me to an “interview” (that's how he put it) with Otari Kvantrishvili, a former freestyle wrestler, now president of the Lev Yashin Social Protection Fund.

Otari Vitalyevich immediately asked why I offend his brothers-footballers, I criticize the leadership of the RFU in the newspaper. I was responsible for the "fixed" matches in the Russian championship, the conflict situation in the national team and a number of other reasons, the enumeration of which would take a long time. The curious listened with interest to our conversation. Meanwhile, we clearly disagreed.

In parting, Otari Vitalyevich blessed: “You will understand sports when you stop arguing with me. In general, you are bilious, evil. Think, otherwise we will beat. Veiled, sometimes even open threats no-no yes sounded in the conversation. On that they parted.

Curious detail. In the criminal case of gang rape, which Otari once went through, there is a characteristic medical certificate. According to her, the athlete was released early from prison, as he suffered from sluggish schizophrenia.

If the diagnosis has not been removed, then Mr. Kvantrishvili is not entitled to head any funds. And social protection is really necessary. Precisely athletes, not football officials. The sooner Mr. President of the Fund realizes this, the better.”

Have I signed my “verdict” with this publication? Partly.

... The date of the attack, apparently, was carefully planned. Apparently, it was not by chance that the Defender of the Fatherland Day was chosen. In addition, the Winter Olympics usually take place in February. In the 94th they took place in the Norwegian Lillehammer.

Otari Vitalyevich, as it turned out later, was also there. True, it is not entirely clear in what capacity. It seems that he was not a representative of winter species. Probably, he “socially protected” Russian athletes there. Say, what are the claims against him, he was outside the country on the day of the attack on the journalist.

On the eve of the “significant event”, I spent most of the night doing urgent material for the newspaper, I had to hand it in in the morning. Lie down to rest for a while.

I got up very early - on Tuesdays, before arriving at the editorial office, I played football with friends. Even before the start of the working day, the ball was driven, from half past nine to ten in the morning. In the building of the Pravda sports complex, it was located a few meters from the newspaper office. I didn’t miss my favorite fun, for me it’s sacred. That morning, I didn’t get to the gym and the workplace ...

Alexey Matveev

To be continued

Source: www.rucriminal.info