THROW MARCH FOR A BETTER LIFE
Senior Lieutenant Shaizullah Orken is no stranger to the border service at the time of his first baptism of fire. In the past - study at the border institute, arrival at the service in the glorious Kurchum border detachment, now proudly called the Department of the National Security Committee of the Republic of Kazakhstan, and distribution to the outpost. Recently, the reorganization decided to call the first place of his officer service a border department, but the essence of the matter did not change - the state border, as it was the border, the sacred border of his homeland, the Republic of Kazakhstan, remained as such...
-“I ask you to remember again and again: a country can only be considered a real state if it meets certain unshakable signs, one of which is the presence of a state border,” he instructed his subordinates strictly in a commanding manner. - Does everyone understand everything?
- Yes sir! - the soldiers answered in a friendly chorus.
- Classes are over, free time.
- May I ask a question? - Private signalman Zhienbai raised his hand.
- Please!
- And on our site the violators were detained, or they do not happen here?
“I haven’t had such cases yet,” the officer began to explain and for some reason felt awkward, “what kind of border guard I am, if only I am engaged in lecturing to soldiers.
No. Of course. Any officer at the outpost is a teacher only in the last place, and first he is the organizer of a vigilant service to protect the country’s border. He personally and directly participates in it: with weapons, on horseback or on foot, he walks along the patrol path, hides in secret, goes on reconnaissance, works with the local population ... There are many responsibilities.
- Our predecessors said, and we were given the order «Outpost is a battle line!» A combat situation can occur here at any moment. And therefore, we all have to - what? - to be…
- Vigilant! - in the same chorus, but somehow the subordinates exhaled sluggishly.
- Everybody’s free.
From time to time, through the window of the office, Shayzulla glanced at the soldiers sitting in the gazebo. The guys smoked, joked, talked about home and demobilization - the soldiers’ favorite topics. Occasionally, one of the young people pestered the demobels who were preparing to be transferred to the reserve:
- And what is the excellent student of the border troops for?
- For the successful arrest of the violator of the state border, - with knowledge of the matter rushed in response.
- And the starley said that we in Karachilik had not detained the violators for a long time, - the young soldier did not calm down.
- And do you just want to come home with a medal?
The border guards laughed in unison. But not evil, kindly - everyone wanted to come home as a hero of the border…
It was at this moment that the siren sounded, and the order «Into the gun!» blinked on the scoreboard with a red eye. Instantly, everyone ran down the corridor towards the weapons room: both those who were in the service room at that moment and those who were just laughing in the gazebo.
- Triggered on the left site! - the signalman on duty reported to the authorities.
- Submit the report on command! - ordered senior lieutenant Shaizulla and loudly so that everyone could hear, gave the command: - Alarm group - to the car! Run march!
The triggering of the alarm system at the border is not uncommon: a large bird will sit on the wires and close them, then a wild animal will jump from pursuit directly to the system, or even simply - the equipment will train the border guards, for one reason it knows. But in any case, the border guards rise up «In the gun!» and triple their vigilance, in a matter of minutes they become combat-ready. And the border guard is always capable of fighting!
At such moments, everything happens in the blink of an eye and happens on the run.
So this time, while the officer on duty was reporting upstairs, and the orderly was hastily opening the gates, having seen all kinds of bumps on the border roads, the UAZ, with a strained engine roar, rushed an alarming group led by Senior Lieutenant Orken Shayzulla to the left flag.
On these border days, and they are special here, they do not start at zero, as everyone has at the hour, which is usually called «Time», the following were assigned to the alarm group: a signalman, private Yernar Zhienbay, privates Zhaksybek Sultan with Onerbek Nazerbek, senior dog service instructor corporal Zhasulan Tolepbergen with everyone’s favorite dog named Rife.
The latter – the instructor and the dog – were housed in the so-called dog lover, which is in a UAZ instead of a trunk.
“Eh, you’re not an easy dog’s life,” the corporal joked bitterly, taking off on bumps higher than those sitting on the seats. Rife whimpered impatiently, anticipating a cheerful, energetic walk.
«And why is he so persecuting!?» - in their hearts, once again flying up and swallowing dust, the signalman thought to the address of corporal Mansur Tashenov, leading the car to the place of triggering. - He himself is holding on to the steering wheel ...
... Finally, there appeared a carefully groomed track, plowed by disc harrows, as if under sowing, leveled by the winds and sprinkled with rains - a control-track strip - KSP. It went north and south as an endless gray ribbon. Behind it is the «silent guard of the border» - a barrier fence.
With a practiced maneuver, the alarming group began to inspect the site. And in less than a minute, Rife and his counselor, each in his own language, reported:
- The traces of the intruder, leading to our rear, are found!
The dog backed up the corporal’s report with two approving growls and spun around the track like a whirligig, as if clarifying the direction of the attacker.
And the fact that an uninvited guest had been here was also confirmed by the signalman, who discovered a break in the thread of the system.
- Mr. Senior Lieutenant, - Private Nazerbek reported from the place of detection, - there is a wide opening. The intruder did not stand on ceremony and rudely cut off several threads.
“Well, here you are, soldiers, and the intruder you dreamed of!” Thought Shayzulla. - To be honest, I often dreamed about it too. Now I would not make a mistake!“.
Wasting no time, the alarming group began to search for someone who dared to violate the peace and inviolability of our border.
Who is he? Why did he come? What does he want from us?
The answer to these questions will be only when the “guest” is brought before the court. Maybe he will tell his story earlier - during interrogation. But first you need to catch up, find and detain him.
«Questions later, then, then ...» - the officer mentally spun in time to the pace of the faster paced steps.
- Keep up with Rife – every now and then he encouraged the alarming group.
Several times the dog stopped, as if taking pity on the people, giving them a break. But spinning around in place, he again took on the lost trace smell and rushed forward.
«A kilometer ... two ... But how fast he runs ... And without any tricks - he breaks everything on the way - in places he pulled out the grass by the roots ... Who are you, an enemy or a madman? .. But whoever you are, I’ll take you!» - thoughts swarmed in the head and added to the senior lieutenant, as military psychologists would say about a similar state, service zeal, and in the full physiological sense of this concept.
... The bumps and ravines of the steppe valley hid the uninvited guest and exhausted the border guards. Everyone in these minutes came in handy training to overcome obstacles. But running became more and more difficult, breathing became difficult - the heat and stuffiness did not give the desired breath of freshness.
And only Rife, missing the will, was rapidly rushing forward.
... In the distance, a silhouette of a man appeared, who, hiding in the folds of the terrain, persistently moved forward. He has not yet noticed the pursuit, and, presumably, rejoicing in his soul, decided that everything was going very well, he could go a step further ...
- Stretch into a chain! We surround from the flanks.- ”the senior lieutenant ordered, barely catching his breath.
The reassured «client» noticed the border guards when they almost caught up with him - and Rife could only jump on his back, but without a command, the smart dog did not rush, not even try to growl: sticking out his tongue, now and then turned his head towards the counselor and he asked with his eyes: Well tell me, tell me «Fas!»
For a second, the border violator froze, turned around, looked carefully at the border guards, at the dog, but did not raise his hands up, but turned in place and tried to run again.
It was then that the cherished words for Rife sounded! ..
The dog caught up with the fugitive in no time and threw him to the ground. However, the fugitive, apparently, decided to die, but not surrender, and hit the dog on the head with something heavy. Rife growled and clenched his jaw even tighter. The man groaned and went limp.
- Rife, «Fu!», - the counselor gave the command.
A disciplined four-legged border guard immediately executed it, but did not lower his vigilant gaze from the violator.
And he, flushed by the fight, immediately jumped to his feet and for some reason took a fighting stance. He did not want to give up, because a few minutes ago everything was so good. He was not frightened either by the three machine gun barrels pointed in his direction, reinforced by the officer’s weapon - a Makarov pistol.
For several seconds, the alarming group and the violator of the state border - in appearance he looked like a Chinese - stood silently, breathing heavily, carefully examining each other, as if wishing to predict the further development of the event.
The senior lieutenant decided not to use weapons, and signaled to Private Zhaksybek to approach the intruder from the rear in order to divert attention from himself. The idea was a success - for a moment the Chinese turned his gaze to the soldier, and that was enough: the officer, with a sharp blow, knocked the man down.
The offender’s hands were tied and he was raised to his feet. Realizing the hopelessness of his position, he lowered his head, ruffled like a raven before the autumn cold, and, deliberately slowing down his pace, wandered towards the UAZ which had arrived at the place of detention.
On the way back, replaying the course of the detention in his head, the senior lieutenant for some reason was delighted with the thought that suddenly captured him:
«Well, now, now we also have a detention. The first violator in the past few years could not violate the state border with impunity! The first ... But in my service he is the first. I wonder how the command will assess it? Ugh, you - just like the first year, dreamed of coming home with a medal on his chest ... Better to let this first one be the last on our site ... Okay, stop dreaming, we need to sort everything out and remember to note the role and place in the detention of each participant in the report».
Later it turned out that the offender was a citizen of the PRC. According to him, two days ago he left the city of Kaba towards the state border in order to find better living conditions on the territory of Kazakhstan. He did not have identification documents with him - he tore up the passport of a citizen of the PRC and threw it away back in China. Investigative actions on his crime, and this is how unauthorized crossing of the state border is regarded by our legislation, are carried out in the department of the National Security Committee of the Republic of Kazakhstan. Upon completion, a procedural decision will be made.
Perhaps, in a few years he will tell others that the border of Kazakhstan is inviolable and reliably protected by such horsemen, whom he had to face on September 2, 2021.