VADIM – THE RIPPER OF KAMAZ
... The instructor of special service dogs of the Syrym military industrial complex, Senior Sergeant of the contract service, Vadim Ishkulov, like most of his colleagues, treats his wife’s calls favorably, but demands from the faithful brevity of the statement - the service has taught: the report must be sacramental!
The Senior Sergeant’s schedule ended in an hour. It was at this moment that a call was heard on the cell phone. The screen was marked with the word «favorite».
- Hey! How are you? - a native voice sang in the receiver
- Hey! What happened? - Vadim replied with a question, knocking down the mood of the faithful.
- Nothing, just...
- Sorry, I just can’t talk.
- Well, this is always the case, you won’t talk to me, - and his wife changed her tone offended.
- I’ll be back soon - we’ll talk. Bye…
- Wait, wait ... buy some bread on the way...
- There is ... - cut off the border guard and repulsed the conversation.
At home, comfort and peace awaited him - his chosen one in life was a real combat friend. And the fact that sometimes she instructed her husband to go to the store for bread, Vadim did not upset and did not particularly bother - wives need help, they also have a lot of things to do, or even more than her husband, a border guard, always disappearing in the service.
- Were you on duty, Vadik? - the keeper of the family hearth began a conversation from afar.
- Yes! - chewing on the cutlet, agreed Ishkulov, but internally tensed - now the open secret will be revealed: it means that something urgently needs to be done about the household, and the planned fishing will be canceled.
- Do you remember, I asked you...
«Well, it has begun!» - abstracting from the female endless monologue, thought Vadim. The arguments that the husband should devote the day off entirely to her and only to her were reinforced concrete, if only because - «you promised for a long time.» “So it’s useless to argue, to explain — all the more so, but I don’t agree either yet - you never know. What if it starts raining tomorrow, and then her plans will collapse. And fishing is a pleasure even in the rain! «
That is why the Senior Sergeant, who had been on duty for 24 hours, fell asleep ...
***
In the morning, telephones always ring especially sharply if the person is still asleep. The most important thing is that sleep flies off instantly, you won’t fall asleep again.
- I’m listening! - Immediately, without looking at the display - they say, who is calling - answered Vadim.
- This is the operational officer on duty in the detachment, - the caller introduced himself. - So, by order of the Head of the service department, you urgently take up the service. In an hour - be at the briefing!
- There is! Yes sir! - blurted out the Senior Sergeant, perfectly understanding that the arguments about the day off, and that «... I just left the service» is not interesting to the operative.
The mood worsened also because the wife had already stirred anxiously under the covers, which means that the question «Who called?» in her awakening consciousness, hoping for a solution to problems, has already formed.
- Who is there, Vadik, what do they need? The spouse muttered sleepily
- In the part of «anxiety», - for greater significance, the husband lied. - We must run!
“Just run! - the border guard set himself up. - Otherwise, a showdown cannot be avoided! And so - chopped off and that’s the end. And yet I wonder why they pulled me? «
Vadim logically solved the last question already on the go, hearing his wife thrown after him “Don’t forget to have a snack, a sandwich is in your pocket!”.
«I was lucky with my wife!» he thought and smiled
***
- Senior Sergeant of the contract service Ishkulov took duty at the checkpoint! - Vadim reported by phone to his immediate superior.
As it turned out, he had to replace a suddenly ill colleague.
Well, it is necessary - it should be so, not the first time. Of course, I feel sorry for my wife, but service, as they say, is not friendship!
Taking on a leash his overjoyed by an extraordinary meeting with the owner, Naida, Vadim left the room of controllers to the checkpoint. The day was sunny and friendly
“No rain is expected! So the fishing would have been covered like that, ”the border guard reassured himself by the absence of a day off ...
Vadim’s dreamy reflections were interrupted by the voice of the shift leader:
- While you have no transport for inspection, check how the newcomers are on duty!
- There is!
All controllers on the days dressed up for service at the checkpoint are well aware of their duties. They, as usual, checked documents, inspected vehicles, and when they were free from changing, put things in order on the territory: the checkpoint is the face of the state, an advanced outpost, and it must be perfectly clean.
Border guards, who have been serving at a checkpoint for several days, over time gain not only professional experience, skills in working with people, so that they can easily identify a potential violator by their appearance and behavior, but also become imbued with a sense of special patriotism.
For many people, an attitude to the place of service arises in their souls, similar to the line from the song «... far, far from here is our home, and yet it starts here.» And in his own home, everything is dear to a person and everything must be guarded by him...
By the way, about the professionalism of the guards of the state border: vigilance, physical endurance, the ability to do this and that, the fifth and tenth are certainly important and in demand. But there are among people in general, and at the border and, especially, at checkpoints, those who have developed intuition, in common parlance - flair! Ishkulov was also endowed with this quality.
... A KamAZ slowly drove up to the gate. Vadim, as usual, proceeded to inspect the transport, and immediately in the depths of his soul he sensed something was wrong. He had already completely examined the car, and it seemed that he should have let him go further, but something kept him from saying to the driver: «Goodbye, happy journey!»
- Well, what, commander, may I go? - a short, blonde, middle-aged man cheerfully turned to him, not leaving a meter all the time of the search,.
- Wait a few more minutes ... So you say you are moving to Russia?
- Well, yes…
- They say that your gasoline is more expensive there than ours, you didn’t fill the tank up to the neck, did you?
Vadim asked this question, not knowing why, and suddenly noticed that the fair-haired man nervously swallowed saliva and tightly pressed his lips together. Although earlier he answered every question in monosyllables and even tried to react to remarks: now «aha», then «uh-huh», then «nope» squeezing out of himself.
Ishkulov froze for a second and stared into the driver’s eyes. He instantly lowered his gaze.
- Let’s go, Naida, let’s look at the gas tank, - all the same, without taking his eyes off the client, the controller insinuated. The driver started to have a dry cough...
Intuition did not disappoint the Senior Sergeant, there was something wrong with this car, but what and where?
“It was when I started talking about gasoline that my ward fussed and coughed, specifically about gasoline,” Vadim reflected. - What is wrong there? Ah, here - the gas tank is overcooked, redrawn ... the seams on it ... they don’t do that at the plant, the work is rough, you can see right away, they were in a hurry ...»
... When the tank was opened, they found several bags, carefully wrapped with tape, with white powder inside.
After the examination, it turned out that it was heroin, as much as 118 kilograms!
- Well, hero, - the Senior of the shift turned to the «birthday boy», - wait for the reward, the catch is rich!
“So, the fishing”happened, in a gas tank,” the Senior Sergeant smiled with pleasure in his mind.…
A good mood is a help in the service, you want to perform feat after feat, but, as the experienced ones say: war is war, and lunch is on schedule.
***
In the dining room Vadim was greeted with applause. And the jokester, the local «Vasily Terkin», sang the same line from the cartoon: «And the scent is like a dog’s, and the eye is like an eagle’s» ... Everyone laughed together...
***
Vadim came to the smoking-room - a kind of pavilion for relaxation - when «vasyaterkin» was telling an anecdote from the times of guarding the «sovereign border».
- Well, here, the salabon, in order to bewitch the girl, writes to her in a letter: «... now I will have lunch, go out on patrol and detain a couple more spies.»
Someone whinnied, but others just smiled - this «heroic» version of conscript service, many border guards knew from the time of the training center, where they learned the basics of border skills.
- Well, «kamaz ripper», but after dinner, how can you take away a thread from an enemy element? - said the merry fellow. The joke was a success, everyone crashed into «ha-ha».
The most amazing thing on this sunny and welcoming day happened a couple of hours after lunch.
- Mr. Captain, Mr. Captain! - shouted on the run a private border guard sent by the Senior Sergeant to immediately report to the senior shift.
- What’s happened? Fire? Are we on fire?
“Mister Captain,” the soldier turned barely catching his breath, “there, this, Mister Senior Sergeant, this ...
- What are you doing? What sergeant?
- Older…
- Surname?
- Ishkulov, Ishkulov sent me for you...
- So, warrior. Let’s give birth to specifics...
- He again...
- What now?
- I found something in KamAZ. Naida got up when they got it...
The captain turned abruptly and rushed to the observation deck. Subordinates rushed after him, barely keeping up…
We won’t bore you with details, but let’s say: the anecdote, as they say, came in handy: Ishkulov examined and detained another car, in which they tried to smuggle 26 kilograms of raw opium across the border.
After such a great success, the brave work of the Senior Sergeant was awarded the medal «For excellence in guarding the State Border».
***
... The watch was coming to an end. Senior Sergeant Ishkulov wrote detailed reports on the seizure of drugs, indicated how, where and by what signs he discovered caches, so that in the future all controllers could study the features of KamAZ vehicles and clever ways of transporting everything that is not allowed and harmful in them for health.
He put the painting and...
- Ale, Vadik, are you without delays today?