Tsakaev Alikhan Biography

Tweet two years ago I learned about the committee against torture and met his leader Igor Kalyapin. Then I did the first interview with Igor Alexandrovich for Esquire magazine. A year later, my article “Caucasian greyhounds”, in which Kalyapin spoke about the case of Islam Umarpashaev, about other crimes of the Kadyrovsky police and why these crimes are not investigated, was published in the journal Esquire.

Soon, with respect to Kalyapin, a check began on the fact of "the disclosure of Gostaina about the case of Umarpashaev." The test did not end. Now Kalyapina is checked by three structures simultaneously: the FSB, the prosecutor's office of the Nizhny Novgorod region and the Investigative Department for the North Caucasus Federal District. Now we are talking about the disclosure of the secrets of the investigation in the Umarpashaev case in the media, including in the journal Esquire.

On this occasion on September 3, I was called to the FSB reception in Lubyanka - to talk. I told the FSB Saveliev to the operative of the FSB exactly that I really think: it is impossible to disclose the secret of the investigation in the material, which is one hundred percent devoted to the fact that the investigation is not conducted. And the case of Umarpashaev is far from isolated.

I meet Alikhan Akhmedov in one of the Moscow cafes. Igor Kalyapin persuaded Alikhan to meet Alikhan. In the year, I entered the Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Nalchik, in M ​​it graduated. For three years he worked as an opera, and in the year I was appointed to the senior authorized to the disclosure of particularly serious crimes by order of the police department of the Zavodskoy district of the city of Grozny.

The heavy area, the criminal situation is turbulent. You can tell you everything in order? The corpse was discovered early in the morning in the Zavodsky district, next to the Ordzhonikidze stadium. In my opinion, he was a platoon commander, a senior lieutenant. On the same day, we began work on collecting material evidence and found them quite quickly: Mazaev’s fingerprints in the Hataev car, the imprints of the riot police.

It happened there: Khataev traveled in his car, Lada of the tenth model, from the sink. On the road he took Mazaev, he got into his car. Firstly, Khataev repeatedly called up with Mazaev that day. Secondly, ten minutes before the meeting, Khataev called his wife and said: “I am sitting in a car with Mazaev, he promised to pay off. Do not worry, in fifteen minutes I will. " After that, we checked, Khataev did not meet anyone.

He did not get home, his wife turned to the police, and the corpse of Khataev, who was killed by two shots to the right side plus the control in the head, was found in his car. I arrived with my partner Imran Arsamerzuev. We were ordered to deliver the riot police in the police department in the factory district, take an explanation from him, check Alibi, talk, and in the morning to deliver to the investigation department in the factory district, to the investigator Lobov, who will write out the detention on the article, since there are all material evidence, there is no complete order and obstacles to detention on the procedural side.

Riot police himself got into our car. At ten in the evening, we delivered Mazaev to the police department, where they took a detailed explanation from him on the fact of the murder of Khataev. I do not remember which of our investigators spoke to him, but I remember that Mazaev constantly left the answer, refused testimony. How can he plead guilty if his older brother, Abdul-Eli Mazaev, works as a defector in the territory of the same factory district?

He sits in the same ATS, and I saw Mazaev on the same day climbed to him to the fourth floor, went into the office, talked about something for a long time. Not a single beating was recorded. That night I spent the night with him in the same office: Mazaev slept in one chair, I - on the other. He sat on a chair next to the safe and slept, leaning on his back. I sat at the table and slept, resting my hands on the head.

They were afraid at the Ministry of Internal Affairs that Khataev’s relatives could deal with Mazaev at night, but nothing of the kind happened. In general, we held it until the morning, and in the morning he gave me a receipt that there was no complaints against the employees of the criminal investigation department. I put this receipt in a safe. I swear on the Qur'an.

With this, we took him to the investigator Lobov, took the order from that order and went to Mazaev’s house in Urus-Martan. We wanted to remove the form of Mazaev to check if there are drops of blood on it: the person who killed Khataev sat next to him, in the passenger seat. By that time, we had the following material evidence: the mentioned fingerprints of the fingers, we immediately drove them through the base, sleeves and hair from the head.

We seized the uniform and went with the seized to Lobov. Mazaev himself sat in his office. He periodically left the office to smoke and kept it very freely, but I was sure that he would be detained on the same day. Only when I arrived home in the evening, I found out that Mazaev was released home on a recognizance not to leave. What to do? We continued to work in a criminal case.

Witnesses were taken to Lobov: the wife of Khataev, the people who washed his car on a car wash. And immediately after Mazaev was released under the subscription, the SSEMSK came to my cell phone from an uncertain number: “Mudila, do not go into your own business, you will be more purpose.”I have never encountered this in my life and showed a message to my boss. He immediately suggested that we were talking about Mazaev, and advised me to be careful, to coordinate every step with him.

We are sitting, drinking tea, and five minutes later riot police, eight people, are broken in a cafe. One of them sat directly opposite me - a dense physique, about fifty years old, the hair is short, gray. I saw him before and knew that his name is Beslan Said-Hasanov, the battalion commander. I answer: "I can’t, I have my bosses, they will say to go with you - I’ll go without problems." I dial the authorities, drop it.

Arsamerzuev got nervous, took out a gun, and Said-Hasanov to him: “I’m pushing this pistol now in your ass.” He rushed at him, a fight began, we were twisted. On the right, I was held by a fighter alone, with a “tulip” machine gun on his chest. When I began to turn out, he gave a machine gun line right on the chair on which I was sitting before. They sat and looked. I can understand them: reluctance to contact anyone with the Chechen riot police.

In short, the automatic queue, the chair is completely riddled, and I was frightened that my legs shot me. Then I felt my toes, there was no blood - it became easier. I began to break out more actively, hit one of the riot police in the face, and then eight people already fell on me, began to beat where they could reach - on the back, on the head. And my partner broke out and ran away.

We have a riot police cooler than a policeman, and their commander is cooler than ours. Pushed into the car. A fighter was sitting on the front chair, who was touched by a ricochet from that automatic line in the cafe, then he was still an order, I know, they gave, for the injury when taking a particularly dangerous action movie. He had a “Stechkin” in his hands, and he hit me with a handle on his nose so much that my blood poured on my way.

See, the nose is broken?

Because of this. The wounded fighter was taken to the 9th city hospital. He went out, the driver opened the trunk, and the riot police began to push me there. Time - ninth hour, dark, November month. The people on the street are nobody. At the gates of the city hospital, the guards stand and watch how they beat me with automatic butt and pushing me into the trunk.

They beat me in the tendons on my feet so that I fell. In general, they extinguished me, I woke up in the trunk. I hear, riot police are talking: "Let's take it to the field, we will decay it." Another objects: "First, we will show Tsakaev, and then we will do what we want." Are you doing Mazaev alone alone? Started with me. There the trees grew up, I was immediately hung on a branch of one of them.

They call it "to hang a gallop." Hands are twisted back, the rope is passed and suspended between them. Before hanging, doused with cold water, and then the bottom of the same bucket was hit in the face. They also put the spotlight so that I would not see their faces - it is correctly arranged, the light from the spotlight beats in my face, blinds, and only I could calculate those who beat me in my voice.

Maybe eleven. I can identify them by voices, and I know some by names, but I heard them talk among themselves. They doused me with water several times. My nose was clogged with blood clots, and I could not breathe, breathed my mouth. Then they pushed me a rag in my mouth, and I lost my mind. I only remember - they doused with water, woke up, beat, beat, and so - endlessly.

I think about an hour and a half, but I did not detect time. Then the car drove up, the door opened, Arsamerzuev was thrown right on the ground and began to beat it: with arms, legs, butt, over the body and head.