Volodya Yakut is a legendary sniper of the First Chechen War. Forgotten "black sniper" of the Chechen war

18-year-old Yakut Volodya from a distant deer camp was a hunter-salter. It had to happen that he came to Yakutsk for salt and cartridges, accidentally saw in the dining room on TV piles of corpses of Russian soldiers on the streets of Grozny, smoking tanks and some words about "Dudaev's snipers." It hit Volodya in the head, so much so that the hunter returned to the camp, took his earned money, and sold the washed gold. He took his grandfather's rifle and all the cartridges, stuffed the icon of Saint Nicholas into his bosom and went to fight.

It’s better not to remember how he was driving, how he was in the bullpen, how many times they took away a rifle. But, nevertheless, a month later the Yakut Volodya arrived in Grozny.
Volodya heard only about one general who was regularly fighting in Chechnya, and he began to look for him in the February thaw. Finally, the Yakut was lucky, and he got to the headquarters of General Rokhlin.

The only document besides his passport was a handwritten certificate from the military commissar stating that Vladimir Kolotov, a hunter-trader by profession, was going to war, signed by the military commissar. The paper, which got worn out on the way, had already saved his life more than once.

Rokhlin, surprised that someone came to the war of his own free will, ordered the Yakut to let him in.
– Excuse me, please, are you that General Rokhlya? Volodya asked respectfully.
“Yes, I am Rokhlin,” the tired general replied, peering inquisitively at a small man dressed in a worn padded jacket, with a backpack and a rifle on his back.
“I was told that you came to the war on your own. For what purpose, Kolotov?
- I saw on TV how our Chechens were from sniper teams. I can't stand it, Comrade General. It's embarrassing, though. So I came to bring them down. You don't need money, you don't need anything. I, Comrade General Rokhlya, will myself go hunting at night. Let them show me the place where they will put the cartridges and food, and I will do the rest myself. If I get tired, I’ll come back in a week, sleep in a warm day and go again. You don't need a walkie-talkie and all that ... it's hard.

Surprised, Rokhlin nodded his head.
- Take, Volodya, at least a new SVDashka. Give him a rifle!
- No need, Comrade General, I'm going out into the field with my scythe. Just give me some ammo, I only have 30 left now...

So Volodya began his war, a sniper one.

He slept for a day in headquarters kungs, despite the mine attacks and the terrible firing of artillery. I took cartridges, food, water and went on the first "hunt". They forgot about him at headquarters. Only reconnaissance regularly brought cartridges, food and, most importantly, water to the agreed place every three days. Each time I was convinced that the parcel had disappeared.

The radio operator-"interceptor" was the first to remember Volodya at a meeting of the headquarters.
- Lev Yakovlevich, the "Czechs" panic on the air. They say that the Russians, that is, we, have a certain black sniper who works at night, boldly walks through their territory and shamelessly brings down their personnel. Maskhadov even appointed 30 thousand dollars for his head. His handwriting is like this - this fellow of the Chechens hits exactly in the eye. Why only in the eye - the dog knows him ...

And then the staff remembered the Yakut Volodya.
“He regularly takes food and ammunition from the cache,” the head of intelligence reported.

- And so we didn’t exchange a word with him, we didn’t even see him even once. Well, how did he leave you then to the other side ...

One way or another, they noted in the summary that our snipers also give their snipers a light. Because Volodin's work gave such results - from 16 to 30 people laid the fisherman with a shot in the eye.

The Chechens figured out that the federals had a hunter-hunter on Minutka Square. And since the main events of those terrible days took place on this square, a whole detachment of Chechen volunteers came out to catch the sniper.

Then, in February 1995, at Minutka, thanks to Rokhlin's cunning plan, our troops had already crushed almost three-quarters of the personnel of the so-called "Abkhazian" battalion of Shamil Basayev. The carbine of the Yakut Volodya also played a significant role here. Basayev promised a gold Chechen star to anyone who would bring the corpse of a Russian sniper. But the nights passed in an unsuccessful search. Five volunteers walked along the front line in search of Volodya's "beds", set up streamers wherever he could appear in direct line of sight of his positions. However, it was a time when groups, on both sides, broke through the enemy’s defenses and deeply wedged into its territory. Sometimes so deep that there was no longer any chance to break out to their own. But Volodya slept during the day under the roofs and in the cellars of houses. The bodies of the Chechens - the night "work" of the sniper - were buried the next day.

Then, tired of losing 20 people every night, Basayev called out from the reserves in the mountains a master of his craft, a teacher from a camp for training young shooters, an Arab sniper Abubakar. Volodya and Abubakar could not but meet in a night battle, such are the laws of sniper warfare.

And they met two weeks later. More precisely, Abubakar hooked Volodya with a drill rifle. A powerful bullet that once in Afghanistan killed Soviet paratroopers right through at a distance of one and a half kilometers, pierced the padded jacket and slightly hooked the arm, just below the shoulder. Volodya, feeling the rush of a hot wave of oozing blood, realized that the hunt for him had finally begun.

The buildings on the opposite side of the square, or rather their ruins, merged into a single line in Volodya's optics. “What flashed, optics?” thought the hunter, and he knew cases when a sable saw a sight sparkling in the sun and went home. The place he chose was located under the roof of a five-story residential building. Snipers always like to be at the top to see everything. And he lay under the roof - under a sheet of old tin, a wet snowy rain did not wet, which then went on, then stopped.

Abubakar tracked down Volodya only on the fifth night - tracked down his pants. The fact is that the Yakut pants were ordinary, wadded. This is American camouflage, which was often worn by Chechens, impregnated with a special compound, in which the uniform was indistinctly visible in night vision devices, and the domestic uniform shone with a bright light green light. So Abubakar "figured out" the Yakut in the powerful night optics of his "Bur", made to order by English gunsmiths back in the 70s.

One bullet was enough, Volodya rolled out from under the roof and painfully fell back onto the steps of the stairs. “The main thing is that he didn’t break the rifle,” the sniper thought.
- Well, that means a duel, yes, Mr. Chechen sniper! - Said to himself mentally without emotion Yakut.

Volodya deliberately stopped shredding the "Chechen order". The neat row of 200s with his sniper "autograph" on his eye stopped. “Let them believe that I have been killed,” Volodya decided.

He himself only did what he looked out for, where did the enemy sniper get to him from.
Two days later, already in the afternoon, he found Abubakar's "couch". He also lay under the roof, under the half-bent roofing sheet on the other side of the square. Volodya would not have noticed him if the Arab sniper had not given out a bad habit - he smoked marijuana. Once every two hours, Volodya caught in the optics a light bluish haze that rose above the roofing sheet and was immediately blown away by the wind.

"So I found you, abrek! You can't do without drugs! Good...", the Yakut hunter thought triumphantly, he did not know that he was dealing with an Arab sniper who had gone through both Abkhazia and Karabakh. But Volodya did not want to kill him just like that, shooting through the roofing sheet. Snipers did not do this, and fur hunters did not.
“Well, you smoke lying down, but you will have to get up to go to the toilet,” Volodya decided coolly and began to wait.

Only three days later he figured out that Abubakar crawls out from under the sheet to the right side, and not to the left, quickly does the job and returns to the "couch". In order to "get" the enemy, Volodya had to change his position at night. He could not do anything again, because any new roofing sheet would immediately give away his new location. But Volodya found two fallen logs from the rafters with a piece of tin a little to the right, about fifty meters from his point. The place was excellent for shooting, but very uncomfortable for a "couch". For two more days, Volodya looked out for the sniper, but he did not show up. Volodya had already decided that the enemy was gone for good, when the next morning he suddenly saw that he had "opened up". Three seconds to aim with a slight exhalation, and the bullet went to the target. Abubakar was struck on the spot in the right eye. For some reason, against the impact of a bullet, he fell flat from the roof into the street. A large, greasy stain of blood spread through the mud on the square of the Dudayev Palace, where an Arab sniper was struck down by a single hunter's bullet.

“Well, I got you,” Volodya thought without any enthusiasm or joy. He realized that he must continue his fight, showing a characteristic handwriting. To prove thereby that he is alive, and that the enemy did not kill him a few days ago.

Volodya peered into the optics at the motionless body of the slain enemy. Nearby, he also saw the "Bur", which, he did not recognize, since he had not seen such rifles before. In a word, a hunter from the remote taiga!

And here he was surprised: the Chechens began to crawl out into the open to pick up the sniper's body. Volodya took aim. Three men came out and bent over the body.
“Let them pick it up and carry it, then I’ll start shooting!” - Volodya triumphed.

The Chechens really raised the body together. Three shots were fired. Three bodies fell on the dead Abubakar.

Four more Chechen volunteers jumped out of the ruins and, throwing away the bodies of their comrades, tried to pull the sniper out. From the outside, a Russian machine gun fired, but the queues lay a little higher, without harming the hunched over Chechens.

Four more shots rang out, almost merging into one. Four more corpses had already formed a heap.

Volodya killed 16 militants that morning. He did not know that Basayev had given the order to get the Arab's body at all costs before it began to get dark. He had to be sent to the mountains to be buried there before sunrise, as an important and respectable Mujahideen.

A day later, Volodya returned to Rokhlin's headquarters. The general immediately received him as an honored guest. The news of the duel of two snipers has already spread around the army.
- Well, how are you, Volodya, tired? Do you want to go home?

Volodya warmed his hands at the "potbelly stove".
- That's it, Comrade General, you've done your job, it's time to go home. Spring work begins at the camp. The military commissar let me go only for two months. My two younger brothers worked for me all this time. It's time and honor to know...

Rokhlin nodded his head in understanding.
- Take a good rifle, my chief of staff will draw up the documents ...
- Why, I have a grandfather's. - Volodya lovingly hugged the old carbine.

The general did not dare to ask the question for a long time. But curiosity took over.
How many enemies did you kill, did you count? They say more than a hundred ... the Chechens were talking.

Volodya lowered his eyes.
- 362 militants, comrade general.
- Well, go home, we can handle it ourselves now ...
- Comrade General, if anything, call me again, I'll deal with the work and come a second time!

On the face of Volodya, frank concern for the entire Russian Army was read.
- By God, I'll come!

The Order of Courage found Volodya Kolotov six months later. On this occasion, the whole collective farm celebrated, and the military commissar allowed the sniper to go to Yakutsk to buy new boots - the old ones had worn out in Chechnya. A hunter stepped on some pieces of iron.

On the day when the whole country learned about the death of General Lev Rokhlin, Volodya also heard about what had happened on the radio. He drank alcohol for three days at the zaimka. He was found drunk in a makeshift hut by other hunters who returned from fishing. Volodya kept repeating drunk:
- Nothing, Comrade General Rokhlya, if necessary, we will come, just tell me ...

After the departure of Vladimir Kolotov to his homeland, scum in officer uniforms sold his data to Chechen terrorists, who he is, where he came from, where he went, etc. The Yakut Sniper inflicted too many losses on the evil spirits.

Vladimir was killed by a 9mm round. pistol in his yard, while chopping wood. The criminal case was never opened.

First Chechen war. How it all started.
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For the first time, I heard the legend of Volodya the sniper, or, as he was also called, Yakut (and the nickname is so textured that it even migrated to the famous television series about those days) I heard in 1995. They told it in different ways, along with the legends of the Eternal Tank, the girl-Death and other army folklore. Moreover, the most surprising thing is that in the story of Volodya the sniper, in an amazing way, there was an almost letter-like similarity with the story of the great Zaitsev, who put Hans, a major, head of the Berlin school of snipers in Stalingrad. To be honest, I then perceived it as ... well, let's say, as folklore - on a halt - and I believed it, and I did not believe it. Then there was a lot of things, as, indeed, in any war, which you won’t believe, but turns out to be TRUE. Life is generally more complicated and more unexpected than any fiction.

Later, in the year 2003-2004, one of my friends and comrades-in-arms told me that he personally knew this guy, and that he really WAS. Whether there was that same duel with Abubakar, and whether the Czechs really had such a super sniper, to be honest, I don’t know, they had enough serious snipers, and especially in the First Campaign. And it was serious, including the South African SWR, and cereals (including the B-94 prototypes, which were just going into the pre-series, the spirits already had them, and with the numbers of the first hundreds - Pakhomych would not let you lie.
How they got them is a separate story, but nevertheless, the Czechs had such trunks. Yes, and they themselves made semi-handicraft SWR near Grozny.)

Volodya-Yakut really worked alone, worked exactly as described - in the eye. And his rifle was exactly the one that was described - the old Mosin three-ruler of pre-revolutionary production, still with a faceted breech and a long barrel - an infantry model of 1891.

The real name of Volodya-Yakut is Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, originally from the village of Iengra in Yakutia. However, he himself is not a Yakut, but an Evenk.

At the end of the First Campaign, he was patched up in the hospital, and since he was officially a nobody and there was no way to call him, he simply went home.

By the way, his combat score is most likely not exaggerated, but underestimated ... Moreover, no one kept accurate records, and the sniper himself did not particularly brag about them.

Rokhlin, Lev Yakovlevich

From December 1, 1994 to February 1995, he headed the 8th Guards Army Corps in Chechnya. Under his leadership, a number of districts of Grozny were captured, including the presidential palace. On January 17, 1995, Generals Lev Rokhlin and Ivan Babichev were appointed to the military command for contacts with Chechen field commanders in order to cease fire.

The assassination of a general

On the night of July 2-3, 1998, he was found murdered at his own dacha in the village of Klokovo, Naro-Fominsk district, Moscow region. According to the official version, his wife, Tamara Rokhlina, shot at the sleeping Rokhlin, the reason was a family quarrel.

In November 2000, the Naro-Fominsk City Court found Tamara Rokhlina guilty of premeditated murder of her husband. In 2005, Tamara Rokhlina applied to the ECtHR, complaining about the long pre-trial detention and the protracted trial. The complaint was satisfied, with the award of monetary compensation (8000 euros). After a new consideration of the case, on November 29, 2005, the Naro-Fominsk City Court found Rokhlina guilty for the second time of the murder of her husband and sentenced her to four years of probation, appointing her also a probationary period of 2.5 years.

During the investigation of the murder in the forest belt near the crime scene, three charred corpses were found. According to the official version, their death occurred shortly before the assassination of the general, and has nothing to do with him. However, many of Rokhlin's associates believed that they were real killers, who were eliminated by the Kremlin's special services, "covering their tracks"

For participation in the Chechen campaign, he was presented to the highest honorary title of Hero of the Russian Federation, but refused to accept this title, saying that he "has no moral right to receive this award for military operations on the territory of his own country"

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By nationality, he was allegedly Evenk or Yakut, and representatives of these nationalities are excellent hunters and shooters. Because of his origin, the sniper received the call sign "Yakut".

According to the legend spread among the personnel of the Russian army, Volodya Yakut was very young, only 18 years old. They say that he went to fight in Chechnya as a volunteer, and before that he allegedly asked for this "permission" from General Lev Rokhlin. In the military unit, Volodya Yakut chose the Mosin carbine as a personal weapon, choosing for him an optical sight dating back to the Second World War - from the German Mauser 98k.

In general, Vladimir was remarkable for his amazing unpretentiousness and selflessness. He literally plunged into the thick of things. The only request with which Volodya Yakut turned to the soldiers of his unit was to leave him food, water and ammunition in the agreed place. The sniper was famous for some fantastic elusiveness. The Russian military learned about the place of his deployment only from radio intercepts. [S-BLOCK]

The first such place was the square in the city of Grozny called "Minutka". There, the sniper shot at the separatists with amazing efficiency - up to 30 people a day. At the same time, he left something like a “brand name” on the dead. Volodya Yakut hit the victim right in the eye, leaving her no chance of survival. Aslan Maskhadov promised a considerable reward for the murder of Kolotov, and Shamil Basayev - the Order of the CRI.

There are also references to the fact that the elusive Volodya Yakut was shot down by Basayev's mercenary Abubakar. The latter managed to wound a Russian sniper in the arm. Yakut stopped shooting at the Chechens, misleading them about his death. A week later, Kolotov took revenge on the Basayev mercenary for his wound. Togo was found dead in Grozny near the Presidential Palace. The Russian sniper did not calm down after destroying Abubakar. He continued to systematically shoot the Chechens, preventing them from burying the mercenary according to the Muslim tradition until sunset. [S-BLOCK]

After this operation, Yakut reported to the command that he had killed 362 Chechen separatists, and then returned to the location of his unit. Six months later, the sniper left for his homeland. Was awarded an order. According to the main version of the legend, after the assassination of General Rokhlin, Volodya went into a binge and lost his mind. Alternative versions contain the story of a meeting between a sniper and President Medvedev, as well as details of the murder of Yakut by an unknown Chechen fighter.

Reality

There is no documentary evidence that could confirm the existence of a real person with the name and surname Vladimir Kolotov. There is also no evidence that the person in question was ever awarded an order for courage. On the Internet, you can find photographs of the meeting between Volodya Yakut and Medvedev, but in fact it captures the Siberian Vladimir Maksimov. [S-BLOCK]

In view of all these facts, we have to admit that the story of Volodya Yakut is a completely fictional legend. At the same time, it cannot be denied that in the Russian army there were - and are - both snipers and the same courageous people. Volodya Yakut embodies the collective image of all these fighters. Vasily Zaitsev, Fyodor Okhlopkov and many other brave soldiers who fought in the Great Patriotic War are considered its prototypes.

Some details of the legend also raise doubts: why on earth an 18-year-old boy abandoned modern weapons in favor of an old rifle; how he was able to get to a meeting with General Rokhlin, etc. All these points point to the fact of the mythologization of the image of the Russian sniper. As an epic hero, supernatural abilities, unparalleled modesty and some kind of fantastic luck are attributed to him. Such heroes inspired Russian soldiers and instilled fear in the enemy. [S-BLOCK]

Later, the legendary sniper became the hero of a number of works of art. One of them is the story "I am a Russian warrior", published in the collection of Alexei Voronin in 1995. The legend is also spreading on the Internet in the form of all kinds of army fables told by "eyewitnesses".

History
Historical persons, Army history

Volodya Kolosov. Yakut sniper. Callsign "Yakut". (hero of the first Chechen)

Volodya did not have a walkie-talkie, there were no new "bells and whistles" in the form of dry alcohol, drinking straws and other junk. There was not even unloading, he did not take the body armor himself. Volodya had only an old grandfather's hunting carbine with captured German optics, 30 rounds of ammunition, a flask of water and cookies in the pocket of a padded jacket. Yes, there was a shabby hat. The boots, however, were good, after last year's fishing, he bought them at a fair in Yakutsk, right on the rafting from Lena from some visiting merchants.

This is how he fought for the third day.

An 18-year-old Yakut from a distant reindeer camp. It had to happen that he came to Yakutsk for salt and cartridges, accidentally saw in the dining room on TV piles of corpses of Russian soldiers on the streets of Grozny, smoking tanks and some words about "Dudaev's snipers". It hit Volodya in the head, so much so that the hunter returned to the camp, took his earned money, and sold the washed gold. He took his grandfather's rifle and all the cartridges, stuffed the icon of Saint Nicholas into his bosom and went to fight the Yakuts for the Russian cause.

It’s better not to remember how he was driving, how he was in the bullpen three times, how many times the rifle was taken away. But, nevertheless, a month later the Yakut Volodya arrived in Grozny.

Volodya heard only about one general who was regularly fighting in Chechnya, and he began to look for him in the February thaw. Finally, the Yakut was lucky, and he got to the headquarters of General Rokhlin.

the photo is off topic - but the ceremonial portrait of the general is not ice at all

Rokhlin, surprised that someone came to the war of his own free will, ordered the Yakut to let him in.

Volodya, squinting at the dim light bulbs blinking from the generator, which made his slanting eyes even more blurred, like a bear, sideways went into the basement of the old building, which temporarily housed the general's headquarters.

– Excuse me, please, are you that General Rokhlya? Volodya asked respectfully.

“Yes, I am Rokhlin,” the tired general replied, peering inquisitively at a small man dressed in a worn padded jacket, with a backpack and a rifle on his back.

“Do you want tea, hunter?”

Thank you, Comrade General. Haven't had a hot drink in three days. I won't refuse.

Volodya took out his iron mug from his backpack and handed it to the general. Rokhlin himself poured him tea to the brim.

“I was told that you came to the war on your own. For what purpose, Kolotov?

- I saw on TV how our Chechens were from sniper teams. I can't stand it, Comrade General. It's embarrassing, though. So I came to bring them down. You don't need money, you don't need anything. I, Comrade General Rokhlya, will myself go hunting at night. Let them show me the place where they will put the cartridges and food, and I will do the rest myself. If I get tired, I’ll come back in a week, sleep in a warm day and go again. You don't need a walkie-talkie and all that ... it's hard.

Surprised Rokhlin nodded his head.

- Take, Volodya, at least a new SVDashka. Give him a rifle!

- No need, Comrade General, I'm going out into the field with my scythe. Just give me some ammo, I only have 30 left now...

So Volodya began his war, a sniper one.

The radio operator-"interceptor" was the first to remember Volodya at a meeting of the headquarters.

- Lev Yakovlevich, the "Czechs" panic on the air. They say that the Russians, that is, we, have a certain black sniper who works at night, boldly walks through their territory and shamelessly brings down their personnel. Maskhadov even appointed 30 thousand dollars for his head. His handwriting is like this - this fellow of the Chechens hits exactly in the eye. Why only in the eye - the dog knows him ...

And then the staff remembered the Yakut Volodya.

“He regularly takes food and ammunition from the cache,” the head of intelligence reported.

- And so we didn’t exchange a word with him, we didn’t even see him even once. Well, how did he leave you then to the other side ...

One way or another, they noted in the summary that our snipers also give their snipers a light. Because Volodin's work gave such results - from 16 to 30 people per night laid the fisherman with a shot in the eye.

The Chechens figured out that a Russian fisherman had appeared on Minutka Square. And just as all the events of those terrible days took place on this square, a whole detachment of Chechen volunteers came out to catch the sniper.

Then, in February 1995, at Minutka, thanks to Rokhlin's cunning plan, the "Abkhazian" battalion of Shamil Basayev had already ground almost three-quarters of the personnel. The carbine of the Yakut Volodya also played a significant role here.

Basayev promised a gold Chechen star to anyone who would bring the corpse of a Russian sniper. But the nights passed in an unsuccessful search. Five volunteers walked along the front line in search of Volodya's "beds", set up streamers wherever he could appear in direct line of sight of his positions. However, it was a time when groups, on both sides, broke through the enemy’s defenses and deeply wedged into its territory. Sometimes so deep that there was no longer any chance to break out to their own. But Volodya slept during the day under the roofs and in the cellars of houses. The bodies of the Chechens - the night "work" of the sniper - were buried the next day.

Then, tired of losing 20 people every night, Basayev called out from the reserves in the mountains the master of his craft, a teacher from the camp for training young shooters, the Arab sniper Abubakar. Volodya and Abubakar could not but meet in a night battle, such are the laws of sniper warfare.

The buildings on the opposite side of the square, or rather their ruins, merged into a single line in Volodya's optics.

“What sparkled, optics?” thought the hunter, and he knew cases when a sable saw a sight sparkling in the sun and went home. The place he chose was located under the roof of a five-story residential building.

Snipers always like to be at the top to see everything. And he lay under the roof - under a sheet of old tin, a wet snowy rain did not wet, which then went on, then stopped.

Abubakar tracked down Volodya only on the fifth night - tracked down his pants. The fact is that the Yakut pants were ordinary, wadded. This is the American camouflage worn by the Chechens, impregnated with a special composition, in which the uniform was invisible in night vision devices, and the domestic one glowed with a bright light green light. So Abubakar "calculated" the Yakut into the powerful night optics of his "Bur", made to order by English gunsmiths back in the 70s.

One bullet was enough, Volodya rolled out from under the roof and painfully fell back onto the steps of the stairs. “The main thing is that he didn’t break the rifle,” the sniper thought.

- Well, that means a duel, yes, Mr. Chechen sniper! - Said to himself mentally without emotion Yakut.

Volodya deliberately stopped shredding the "Chechen order".

The neat row of 200s with his sniper "autograph" on his eye stopped.

“Let them believe that I have been killed,” Volodya decided.

He himself only did what he looked out for, where did the enemy sniper get to him from.

Two days later, already in the afternoon, he found Abubakar's "couch". He also lay under the roof, under the half-bent roofing sheet on the other side of the square. Volodya would not have noticed him if the Arab sniper had not given out a bad habit - he smoked marijuana. Once every two hours, Volodya caught in the optics a light bluish haze that rose above the roofing sheet and was immediately blown away by the wind.

“So I found you, abrek! You can’t do without drugs! Well ...,” the Yakut hunter thought triumphantly, he did not know that he was dealing with an Arab sniper who had passed both Abkhazia and Karabakh. But Volodya did not want to kill him just like that, shooting through the roofing sheet. Snipers did not do this, and fur hunters did not.

“Well, you smoke lying down, but you will have to get up to go to the toilet,” Volodya decided coolly and began to wait.

But Volodya found two fallen logs from the rafters with a piece of tin a little to the right, about fifty meters from his point. The place was excellent for shooting, but very uncomfortable for a "couch". For two more days, Volodya looked out for the sniper, but he did not show up. Volodya had already decided that the enemy had left for good, when the next morning he suddenly saw that he had "opened up".

Three seconds to aim with a slight exhalation, and the bullet went to the target.

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Abubakar was struck on the spot in the right eye. For some reason, against the impact of a bullet, he fell flat from the roof into the street. A large, oily stain of blood spread through the mud on the square of the Dudayev Palace, where an Arab sniper was struck down by one hunter's bullet.

And here he was surprised: the Chechens began to crawl out into the open to pick up the sniper's body. Volodya took aim. Three men came out and bent over the body.

“Let them pick it up and carry it, then I’ll start shooting!” - Volodya triumphed.

The Chechens really lifted the body together. Three shots were fired. Three bodies fell on the dead Abubakar.

"Oh, mabuta infantry! You're only wasting cartridges ...", thought Volodya.

Four more shots rang out, almost merging into one. Four more corpses had already formed a heap.

A day later, Volodya returned to Rokhlin's headquarters. The general immediately received him as an honored guest. The news of the duel of two snipers has already spread around the army.

- Well, how are you, Volodya, tired? Do you want to go home?

Volodya warmed his hands at the "potbelly stove".

- That's it, Comrade General, you've done your job, it's time to go home. Spring work begins at the camp. The military commissar let me go only for two months. My two younger brothers worked for me all this time. It's time and honor to know...

Rokhlin nodded his head in understanding.

- Take a good rifle, my chief of staff will draw up the documents ...

- Why, I have a grandfather's. - Volodya lovingly hugged the old carbine.

* Volodya had an upper one - with an old-style faceted breech with a long barrel, an "infantry rifle" of 1891

The general did not dare to ask the question for a long time. But curiosity took over.

How many enemies did you kill, did you count? They say more than a hundred ... the Chechens were talking.

Volodya lowered his eyes.

- 362 people, Comrade General. Rokhlin silently patted the Yakut on the shoulder.

“Go home, we can handle it ourselves now.”

- Comrade General, if anything, call me again, I'll deal with the work and come a second time!

On the face of Volodya, frank concern for the entire Russian Army was read.

- By God, I'll come!

The Order of Courage found Volodya Kolotov six months later. On this occasion, the entire collective farm celebrated, and the military commissar allowed the sniper to go to Yakutsk to buy new boots - the old ones were worn out back in Chechnya. A hunter stepped on some pieces of iron.

- Nothing, Comrade General Rokhlya, if necessary, we will come, just tell me ...

He was sobered up in a nearby stream, but since then Volodya no longer wore his Order of Courage in public.

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Moreover, the most surprising thing is that in the story of Volodya the sniper, in an amazing way, there was an almost letter-like similarity with the story of the great Zaitsev, who put Hans, a major, head of the Berlin school of snipers in Stalingrad. To be honest, I then perceived it as ... well, let's say, as folklore - on a halt - and I believed it, and I did not believe it.

Then there was a lot of things, as, indeed, in any war, which you won’t believe, but turns out to be TRUE. Life is generally more complicated and more unexpected than any fiction.

Later, in the year 2003-2004, one of my friends and comrades-in-arms told me that he personally knew this guy, and that he really WAS. Whether there was that same duel with Abubakar, and whether the Czechs really had such a super-sniper, to be honest, I don’t know, they had enough serious snipers, and especially in the First Campaign. And the weapons were serious, including the South African SWR, and cereals (including the B-94 prototypes, which were just going into the pre-series, the spirits already had them, and with the numbers of the first hundreds - Pakhomych would not let you lie.

How they got them is a separate story, but nevertheless, the Czechs had such trunks. Yes, and they themselves made semi-handicraft SWR near Grozny.)

The real name of Volodya-Yakut is Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, originally from the village of Iengra in Yakutia. However, he himself is not a Yakut, but an Evenk.

Vladimir Kolotov is a unique person in his own way. A simple hunter, without any coercion, only at the call of his heart and a sense of justice, he went to the war zone in Chechnya, wanting to become a sniper. For a long time, his feat remained unknown, but this man from Yakutia has many killed militants and saved the lives of Russian soldiers.

Making a fateful decision

Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, whose biography is still shrouded in secrets, being an eighteen-year-old guy, hunted with his father in the Yakut village of Iengra. According to the calendar, it was 1995 - the peak. By necessity, the boy ended up in a local canteen, where he planned to take salt and cartridges. By chance, at that moment there was a news broadcast on TV, which showed the killed Russian soldiers at the hands of Chechen fighters. The footage seen had a stunning effect on Volodya.

Once again in the camp, he could not move away from what he saw in the issue for a long time, because the corpses of dead servicemen flashed before his eyes. The young hunter could no longer lead a normal life, remaining indifferent to the numerous deaths of Russian soldiers. He made a fateful decision, which was to contribute to the terrible war. Kolotov Vladimir collected all his few savings and went to the forefront in Chechnya. As a patron, he took with him a small icon of St. Nicholas.

hard road

The eighteen-year-old boy did not manage to get to his final destination without incident. Police officers constantly tried to seize his grandfather's rifle, imposed fines, threatened to take all his savings and send him back to the taiga. For several days, the young hunter was even locked up in a bullpen. However, Kolotov Vladimir showed perseverance and nevertheless managed to break through to the positions of the Russian military within one month. General Rokhlin, to whom he sought to get during the journey, handed over a certificate from the military commissar. It was the rather shabby certificate that repeatedly saved Volodya from various troubles.

Enlistment in the army

After clarifying all the circumstances by which the young hunter from the Yakut village ended up here, the general was sincerely struck by his heroism. At that time, people who absolutely unselfishly could sacrifice their lives were a rarity.

The recruit was identified as a sniper and given time to rest. During the day, Kolotov Vladimir slept off in the cab of a military truck, under the constant sounds of explosions. And then he took the cartridges for his rifle and left for the position. He was offered a new one, but the young Evenk hunter decided not to change his grandfather's gun.

The main enemy for the Chechen fighters

From the moment Vladimir Kolotov left for the sniper position, no news has been received by the Russian army. Thanks to the efforts of scouts, he regularly replenished food and ammunition, but no one came across the eye. They even managed to forget about the strange guy from the Yakut village.

The news about Volodya came not from himself, but from the enemy. Some time later, thanks to intercepted conversations at the Russian headquarters, it became known about the commotion among the militants. For the Chechens who are in the vicinity of Minutka Square, a quiet life is over. Now the night time has turned into. After that, the Russian military remembered the Evenk hunter. The reason for the panic of the Chechens was precisely Vladimir Kolotov. The sniper was distinguished by his special handwriting - he shot in the eye. Reports of the deaths of militants came on a regular basis, on average, about 15-30 people died at the hands of a young hunter from a Yakut village every night.

In an effort to eliminate the dangerous sniper, the leadership of the Chechen fighters promised their fighters a lot of money and high awards. So, in Maskhadov's headquarters, Volodya's head was given 30,000 dollars. Shamil Basayev, in turn, promised to give a gold star to anyone who was lucky enough to kill a well-aimed shooter. This was due to the fact that the size of the battalion of one of the leaders of the Chechen militants, Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, was significantly battered. The sniper inflicted huge damage on manpower every night. A whole detachment was sent to neutralize the Evenk hunter, but his efforts were in vain.

Confrontation with Abubakar

Realizing that they could not cope with a well-aimed Russian sniper on their own, the Chechens decided to resort to the help of the Arab Abubakar, who lived in the mountains and had previously trained shooters for militants. It took him ten days to track down Vladimir Kolotov. And his own clothes betrayed the young Evenk hunter. An ordinary padded jacket and cotton pants are clearly visible at night, if you use special equipment. Here, with the help of night vision devices, Abubakar found Volodya by luminous clothes and easily wounded him in the arm, slightly below the shoulder.

As a result of hitting the first sniper bullet, Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov fell from the position he occupied, but managed to escape from the second shot. After the fall from the Evenk hunter, he was glad that his rifle had not broken. After being wounded, the sniper realized that a real hunt had begun for him.

Revenge with an Arab sniper

He agreed to answer the challenge and left the militants alone for a certain period of time. Kolotov Vladimir acted as if on a hunt in his village, namely: he hid and waited for the enemy to give himself away. The Arab militant gave away his weakness. Abubakar's favorite pastime was smoking marijuana. However, killing the Arab proved to be a difficult task. Volodya's enemy had vast combat experience and did not stick out of his position for three days. Hoping that Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov had gone home, the sniper of the militants decided to leave the shelter, for which he paid with a bullet in the eye. Subsequently, when trying to pick up the corpse of an Arab, three Chechen fighters lost their lives. In total, 16 opponents were killed near the dead Abubakar.

End of participation in the war

After the end of hostilities, he thanked Volodya for the assistance provided. According to some reports, 362 fighters were killed by the Evenk hunter's carbine. However, the number of enemy losses could be significantly higher, because no one was engaged in accurate accounting, and the sniper himself did not boast of his combat achievements. Since the Evenk hunter fought on a voluntary basis, he did not have any obligations to the Russian army. Therefore, after the service, Vladimir Kolotov ended up in the infirmary. The sniper, after restoring his health, returned to his native village.

Meeting with Dmitry Medvedev in the Kremlin

When Dmitry Medvedev was the President of the Russian Federation, the whole country again learned about the well-aimed sniper from the Yakut village. Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov received an invitation to visit the Kremlin to meet with the Supreme Commander.

From a distant Russian corner, Vladimir Kolotov did not come empty-handed. Although his biography was shrouded in mystery, it was known that he was a real Evenk who honors the traditions of his people. As a gift from the northern inhabitants, he presented Dmitry Medvedev with a reindeer, symbolizing prosperity and prosperity. According to Evenk customs, the animal was waiting for the Russian president in his native village of Volodya until he arrived for him. However, he did not take his deer away, deciding that the animal would be more comfortable in its familiar environment. In addition to the deer, Vladimir Kolotov's family presented the president with a paizu - a plate with a special inscription.

For his heroism and merits during the First Chechen War, Vladimir Kolotov, whose photo was subsequently seen by the whole country, was awarded the Order of Courage. So 10 years later, the award found its hero. The family of the outstanding sniper was awarded the Order of Parental Glory by the Russian President.

FORGOTTEN SNIPER. VOLODYA-YAKUT.

It’s better not to remember how he was driving, how he was in the bullpen, how many times they took away a rifle. But, nevertheless, a month later the Yakut Volodya arrived in Grozny.

Rokhlin, surprised that someone came to the war of his own free will, ordered the Yakut to let him in.

Excuse me, please, are you that General Rokhlya? Volodya asked respectfully.

Yes, I am Rokhlin, - answered the tired general, inquisitively peering at a small man dressed in a worn padded jacket, with a backpack and a rifle on his back.

I was told that you came to the war on your own. For what purpose, Kolotov?

I saw on TV how Chechens of our snipers felled. I can't stand it, Comrade General. It's embarrassing, though. So I came to bring them down. You don't need money, you don't need anything. I, Comrade General Rokhlya, will myself go hunting at night. Let them show me the place where they will put the cartridges and food, and I will do the rest myself. I'll get tired - I'll come in a week, I'll sleep in a warm day and go again. You don't need a walkie-talkie and all that ... it's hard.

Surprised, Rokhlin nodded his head.

Take, Volodya, at least a new SVDashka. Give him a rifle!

No need, Comrade General, I'm going out into the field with my scythe. Just give me some ammo, I only have 30 left now...

So Volodya began his war, a sniper one.

The radio operator-"interceptor" was the first to remember Volodya at a meeting of the headquarters.

Lev Yakovlevich, the "Czechs" panic on the air. They say that the Russians, that is, we, have a certain black sniper who works at night, boldly walks through their territory and shamelessly brings down their personnel. Maskhadov even appointed 30 thousand dollars for his head. His handwriting is like this - this fellow of the Chechens hits exactly in the eye. Why only in the eye - the dog knows him ...

And then the staff remembered the Yakut Volodya.

He regularly takes food and ammunition from the cache, - the head of intelligence reported.

And so we didn’t exchange a word with him, we didn’t even see him even once. Well, how did he leave you then to the other side ...

One bullet was enough, Volodya rolled out from under the roof and painfully fell back onto the steps of the stairs. "The main thing is that he didn't break the rifle," thought the sniper.

Well, that means a duel, yes, Mr. Chechen sniper! - the Yakut said to himself mentally without emotion.

Volodya deliberately stopped shredding the "Chechen order". The neat row of 200s with his sniper "autograph" on his eye stopped. "Let them believe that I was killed," Volodya decided.

He himself only did what he looked out for, where did the enemy sniper get to him from.

"So I found you, abrek! You can't live without drugs! Good...", the Yakut hunter thought triumphantly, he didn't know that he was dealing with an Arab sniper who had gone through both Abkhazia and Karabakh. But Volodya did not want to kill him just like that, shooting through the roofing sheet. Snipers didn't do that, and fur hunters didn't.

Well, you smoke lying down, but you will have to get up to go to the toilet, - Volodya decided coolly and began to wait.

And here he was surprised: the Chechens began to crawl out into the open to pick up the sniper's body. Volodya took aim. Three men came out and bent over the body.

“Let them pick it up and carry it, then I’ll start shooting!” - Volodya triumphed.

The Chechens really raised the body together. Three shots were fired. Three bodies fell on the dead Abubakar.

Four more shots rang out, almost merging into one. Four more corpses had already formed a heap.

A day later, Volodya returned to Rokhlin's headquarters. The general immediately received him as an honored guest. The news of the duel of two snipers has already spread around the army.

Well, how are you, Volodya, tired? Do you want to go home?

Volodya warmed his hands at the "potbelly stove".

Everything, comrade general, has done his job, it's time to go home. Spring work begins at the camp. The military commissar let me go only for two months. My two younger brothers worked for me all this time. It's time and honor to know...

Rokhlin nodded his head in understanding.

Take a good rifle, my chief of staff will draw up the documents ...

Why, I have a grandfather's. - Volodya lovingly hugged the old carbine.

The general did not dare to ask the question for a long time. But curiosity took over.

How many enemies did you kill, did you count? They say more than a hundred ... the Chechens were talking.

Volodya lowered his eyes.

362 militants, comrade general.

Well, go home, we can handle it ourselves...

Comrade General, if anything, call me again, I will deal with the work and come a second time!

On the face of Volodya, frank concern for the entire Russian Army was read.

By God, I'll come!

The Order of Courage found Volodya Kolotov six months later. On this occasion, the entire collective farm celebrated, and the military commissar allowed the sniper to go to Yakutsk to buy new boots - the old ones had worn out in Chechnya. A hunter stepped on some pieces of iron.

It's okay, Comrade General Rokhlya, if necessary, we will come, just tell me ...

Vladimir was killed by a 9mm round. pistol in his yard, while chopping wood. The criminal case was never opened.

For the first time, I heard the legend of Volodya the sniper, or, as he was also called, Yakut (and the nickname is so textured that it even migrated to the famous television series about those days) I heard in 1995. They told it in different ways, along with the legends of the Eternal Tank, the girl-Death and other army folklore. Moreover, the most surprising thing is that in the story of Volodya the sniper, in an amazing way, there was an almost letter-like similarity with the story of the great Zaitsev, who put Hans, a major, head of the Berlin school of snipers in Stalingrad. To be honest, I then perceived it as ... well, let's say, as folklore - on a halt - and I believed it, and I did not believe it. Then there was a lot of things, as, indeed, in any war, which you won’t believe, but turns out to be TRUE. Life is generally more complicated and more unexpected than any fiction.

Later, in the year 2003-2004, one of my friends and comrades-in-arms told me that he personally knew this guy, and that he really WAS. Whether there was that same duel with Abubakar, and whether the Czechs really had such a super sniper, to be honest, I don’t know, they had enough serious snipers, and especially in the First Campaign. And the weapons were serious, including the South African SWR, and cereals (including the B-94 prototypes, which were just going into the pre-series, the spirits already had them, and with the numbers of the first hundreds - Pakhomych would not let you lie.

How they got them is a separate story, but nevertheless, the Czechs had such trunks. Yes, and they themselves made semi-handicraft SWR near Grozny.)

The real name of Volodya-Yakut is Vladimir Maksimovich Kolotov, originally from the village of Iengra in Yakutia. However, he himself is not a Yakut, but an Evenk.

At the end of the First Campaign, he was patched up in the hospital, and since he was officially a nobody and there was no way to call him, he simply went home.

By the way, his combat score is most likely not exaggerated, but underestimated ... Moreover, no one kept accurate records, and the sniper himself did not particularly brag about them.

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