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| Hostage M. Abdrakhimov tells his story |
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| Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 28 Îêòÿáðü 2002 | |
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What the hostages say In ‘Moskovsky Komsomolets’ MARAT ABDRAKHIMOV: “We prayed for a miracle to every Saint we could think of” For the first time since that terrible night, actor Marat Abdrakhimov came to the offices of the musical At the offices they have not slept in three days. On the table is whatever anyone brought in: tea, bread, pieces of gingerbread, and a little bit of chicken. Marat was seated and given something to eat. But he said he could not eat. Marat: The militants behaved very correctly, and they said: “We always behave very correctly. The only thing we ask is that you act like hostages. We’ll give you whatever you need. You want water – we’ll give you water. But you don’t need it, because there’s no restroom.” We all went in the orchestra pit — girls on the right, boys on the left. They said: We guarantee you a good relationship, but if you do silly things, such as trying to escape, we’ll have to shoot.” ‘MK’: Did they speak good Russian? Marat: Good enough, but with an accent. At first I thought of striking up a conversation with the women, to find out something from them. They did not want e to make contact at first, but later they did. One of them was even an actress. I asked her: “Did you go to school at GITIS (Grozny theater institute)? There used to be a Chechen girl in our studio from there.” And very carefully I asked: “What's your name?” but she said: “What is it to you? Just call us ‘sisters’. Those are ‘brothers’, and we are ‘sisters’. No names.” The other girl guarding us, her name was Zarah. ‘MK’: So they introduced themselves? Marat: No, they were talking between themselves, and the one who was supposedly an actress was named Sveta. You know, these were not just stupid fanatics. “What would you do any different?" they asked us. “My mother buried my brother — just his leg and his head, and that’s all that was left of him. You’re far away from there, so you don’t know about it, but we’ve been living in that Hell for 8 years.” They cursed our troops: whatever they needed, drugs, weapons no problem. And anything you need or what to smuggle, the main thing is to pay, and they look the other way. The terrorists said: “We expect to sit here a week, or maybe more. If nothing comes of it, then we’ll blow ourselves up together with you. We don’t care where we die — here or there.” ‘MK’: Is it true that they killed two hostages that morning? Marat: It was an accident. The first man was not a hostage. We never saw him before. He was not sitting in the hall. The Chechens said: “Someone's walking around out there. We’ll go grab him now.” Ten minutes later they dragged in this fellow whom none of us knew. ‘MK’: But the hall was so crowded, maybe you did not notice him? Maybe he was sitting in the far rows? Marat: No, you know, when you sit in the fourth row and for two days people walk by to go to the toilet, you learn every face. Nobody saw this man in a black sweater and black jeans. He said: “I came to exchange myself for my son.” They called (the son’s) name, middle and last. Ten times the militants asked if there was somebody by that name in the hall. There was not. The man was taken away, and we do not know if he was killed. ‘MK’: But was there not a woman who was shot? Marat: You know, their strategy was to frighten us. They walked around shouting, and one man jumped up and started running, to where I do not know, and one of the Chechen women standing around with their bombs grabbed a pistol and started shooting at him. He fell, but she hit a completely innocent fellow. She also wounded a woman. I knew they were trying to provoke this, even though they said they were not going to kill anyone. They needed to know everything about the building, and how to shut off something in the orchestra pit. It was all wet down there from urine, and a wire started to burn. So Georgy Leonardovich (Vasilyev, the producer of ‘MK’: Marat, how did events unfold before the assault? Can you reconstruct these for us? Marat: Every day they would try to scare us with something. They would yell: “Everyone! We’re starting! Get ready! Take out the bomb! Put it in the center!” And then they would begin to pray aloud. ‘MK’: On stage, or what? Marat: No, everyone in their area. They never went anywhere. The women stayed seated where they were sitting. They would go to the right or left in the hall, and that was it. So, there is no way that they could have been drinking and shooting up. They ate just a little bit, and drank water, just as we did. They said: “If I can take it, if I can drink just a little water, what makes you any better or worse than me? Just sit and endure it. I have nothing against you, I’m only against your government.” ‘MK’: So what about the first girl who got shot on the first day? Marat: She shows up an hour after we are all reseated. She opens the door and walks in, dressed in a jacket and wearing a beret. She says: “Everybody’s so scared! What’s going on?” and the terrorists ask: “Who are you?” and she says she used to go to music school in the theater. They tell her to sit down or they will shoot, and she says: “Go ahead and shoot!” and so they are in a fix and without further ado they take her out to the lower corridor, to the performers’ foyer. And we hear automatic weapons fire, but none of us see her getting shot. They did not kill any hostages, but I am of the opinion that they were provoking it. What really went on? There is a lot that did not make sense, and I had this feeling that I was going nuts from hunger. ‘MK’: I beg nonetheless that you recall: what happened before the assault? Marat: I was sitting in the fourth row in the stalls (main seating). We could not sleep, even though we wanted to very much. We did not know anything: did Putin know about us or not? One Chechen said: “We are absolutely certain that Putin will write you all off and you will all be blown up with us — there will definitely be an assault and it will end with us not even fighting, but simply pushing this button.” More than anything we were afraid of an assault. On the second evening we were told: “Good news. Tomorrow at 10 o’clock Kazantsev is coming. Everything will be fine. They came to an agreement. This suits us. Act calm. We aren’t animals. We won’t kill you if you sit quietly and calmly.” As a result everyone instantly relaxed and began to smile, drink water, and even let us go to the toilet freely, that is not one by one, but still under supervision. We were not allowed to get out from our seats, but I quietly slipped lower and lower under the seats until I could lie down, on my back or on my stomach. And at that moment I fell asleep instantly. The stress was released and I snoozed. Next it turns out that the firefight started, and there were bursts of automatic fire. I woke up from it, and immediately I got out from under the seats. ‘MK’: What did you see? Marat: Everyone next to me had covered their heads with their arms. No one fell to the floor: they still remembered the warning (from the terrorists not to try to hide). It seemed like no one cared: so what if there is shooting somewhere? Nobody screamed. ‘MK’: Could you sense the gas? Marat: No, maybe I was saved by the fact that I was lying where it was poorly ventilated. The air conditioning worked from the outset; otherwise we would have suffocated from the smell coming from the (orchestra) pit. All my clothes stunk. Later they (the commandos) grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, and right away I said that I was one of the performers, and they said: “Okay, exit the room quickly.” It was not rude. Even if they had dragged me out I would still be grateful to them. They said: “Be patient, be patient.” They took me aside, but I already knew that because of my ‘MK’: Do you remember what happened in the hall during those days? For example, when the doctors came from the mission? Marat: First of all, there was a doctor on the inside, in the audience. Then came the doctors from the Red Cross, two Jordanians. The militants tied them up and shouted that they brought someone else with them. Scared them silly: “That's it, we’re shooting everyone.” Everybody got scared again. This was on the first day, and back then there was only the one doctor from the audience. Then everyone got involved: Marina Krylova, the administrator of the theater, she walked around measuring blood pressure and giving the necessary medications, mostly sedatives, of course. They sent us a first aid kit, though for quite some time they did not send anything, but then they again began to send things. ‘MK’: How do you get information? Marat: It was hard. The militants walked around the hall, listening to radios. They also had a small portable TV that ran on batteries. If they were sitting close you could hear it, and later we told each other what we heard. On the second day they took away all mobile phones, music players, calculators, electronic watches and cameras, because our guys were filming them on the sly. They pulled the film (chip) and started to smash it. “If you don’t give these up willingly, then later you’ll regret it.” ‘MK’: How did people behave the whole time? Were they frustrated? Marat: No hysterics, in general. The people were well aware of how you should act when a gun is pointed at you. You cannot behave any other way. It is like in a state of stress, and you cannot even eat. ‘MK’: And the children? Marat: At first the children cried, but not the But immediately after this the question arose: “Any foreigners?” Here two French children responded. “So, kids, quickly, we’re releasing all of you.” One of the terrorists played at being noble, but up jumps some guys almost 18 years old. “Hold it, I’m not letting go anyone over 12.” There was a feeling of complete unreality, that none of this was really happening to you. Everything was strange, alien. I had to support people, but when you support others, you save yourself. When something would happen, I would take them by the hand and say: “Easy, I’m here with you, and we’re going to win.” You have to help each other with energy. I had nothing left but to pray. I prayed, holding hands with everyone. We prayed for a miracle to every Saint we could think of. ‘MK’: When did the feeling of wild hunger appear? Marat: I was not hungry, and I still am not. When there was no mineral water, we just took water from the tap. When they offered juice and everything else, we drank juice. At first they used everything that was in the snack bar. Right away the gunmen grabbed the When the ventilation was switched on, I said: “Do you know what would be cool? If they’d release some kind of sleeping gas.” Next to me were some women, and they said: “Why didn’t we bring Harry Potter with us? He could have frozen somebody, or released some magic gas.” ‘MK’: Are you going back on stage? Marat: We thought about it. Next to me there was an Aeroflot stewardess. She said: “In thirty years, I never got into a situation like this. We flew Japanese terrorists, and anything that was possible. Up in the sky, everything depends on my skills, my hands, but here there’s nothing I can do but just sit and wait stupidly.” So this stewardess said to me that now she does not go to the theater at all. But for me, to go on stage? In order to do that I would have to put on a suit. Perhaps I will put it on and tell myself that none of this ever happened to me. |
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