The further fate of Valery Khmykin was very dramatic. Immediately after the construction team, he for family reasons transferred to the correspondence department of the law faculty and found himself an inspector of the criminal investigation department at the Leninsky District Department of Internal Affairs of the city of Barnaul. Soon, only after six months of service, he was detained, arrested and convicted, fortunately conditionally, for imprudent murder during the detention of a criminal. And it was so.
Once in the autumn, a criminal message was received from the desk of the duty officer on the Leninsky district police department that two unknown persons on KAMAZ had stolen a trailer from the forest with a forest. To detain the criminals immediately sent a rapid reaction group (GDB), which included a young criminal investigation inspector Valery Khmykin. The car with the stolen forest was found very quickly. Behind the wheel of KAMAZ was a young soldier - the term of service for the first year, and next to him was a captain - an artilleryman from the air defense division deployed in the village of Berezovka near Barnaul. Chase began, during which Khmykin, as in a detective movie, effectively jumped on the step of a military truck and began to fight the soldier behind the wheel, forcing him to stop. At that moment, a spontaneous shot occurred (this was fired by a pistol fired from the safety guard in Valera's right hand), the bullet hit the captain next to him, killing him on the spot.
And long, painful ordeals Valera began. The whole ROVD rushed to the defense of Khmykin (admittedly, he was loved by him, after all, the people) - experts - criminologists deliberately cut the trigger's trigger spring from his "PM", proving thereby that the shot was, nevertheless, For the technical defect of weapons; The ROVD leadership put three whole public defenders on trial and hired the best lawyer in Barnaul-Spiez to protect Khmykin. But all these truly titanic efforts proved futile and the convictions, even the conditional, still could not be avoided. Khmykin was fired from the bodies, expelled from the university, and he was forced to maintain a family for a long time working as a turner at the Altai Motor Plant (AMZ), making diesel engines for the excellent domestic tanks "T-72" and "T-80". Somehow, many years after the event described, I accidentally met Valera in Barnaul Street - in front of me there was a mature man with a gray head who had survived a lot in his life. "Eka" pokolbasilo you ", however!" - I thought then.
Only Valery Khmykin, with his extraordinary combinatorial thinking of the real operative, could come up with and twist such an existential conception in the construction squad as a tragic-comic production called "Korablin hanged himself". And it was so.
One day in August 1982, Volodya Korablin, incredibly frail and skinny, just like Kashchei the Immortal, a 25-year-old student from a parallel group, received a letter from a beloved girl who informed him that she was leaving for another man. Khmykin and a couple of undergraduates who had conceived all this "operational-tactical combination" tried to make sure that on the eve of such an exciting event all the guys in the construction team learned about this shocking letter. Volodya, completely "crushed by grief", spent the whole day, hungry, lying face down on his armored bed in our stuffy trailer and grabbing at his heart, showing his whole life that "his life is not nice." I, really frightened of attempted suicide, summoned Sveta Samoilova to Korablin, who immediately gave him a sedative. This continued until the evening.
At night, we all woke up from a horrible hysterical scream, almost like in an unforgettable "Jimmy the schizophrenic": "Hangs!" This was screamed passionately by our cook Olga Marshina. A terrible news ran through the chain: "The ship hanged himself!" Then a real hysterics happened to me. "After all, I knew, I knew because I did not do anything to keep him alive! I, only I am to blame for his death! "- I cried to the whole car and sobbed loudly. "Well, I hanged myself and hung myself, dick with him!" - philosophically spoke Misha Tatyanin and turned on the other side - to sleep on.
With the whole crowd we ran to the edge of the forest, where in the light of the full moon the body of the unfortunate hanging man was swaying ominously in the wind. On arriving at the place, we all froze in horror, not daring to approach the "deceased": Korablin's pathetic, lean body in his immovable, very touching blue-haired hood on his head (the loop he threw over his head) swayed from side to side under the disgusting creak of an old birch. "Guys, he can still be alive!" - Sasha Kashirsky shouted and grabbed Korablin's legs, trying to pull him out of the loop. However, only sneakers remained in his hands, and two clumsy birch sticks protruded from under his old tattered trousers. "What the fuck is this?" Kashirsky asked in surprise and tore off the sham body from the birch. It fell to the ground, and our favorite soccer ball rolled out of the hood. "I'm really hanging this Korablin!" - Sasha shouted, and with a noisy, very excited crowd we began to search for Korablin throughout the camp. However, that night we did not find it, because the prudent Khmykin, expecting such a reaction of the masses, hid Vova in his car ahead of time.
Only two days later Volodya Korablin ventured to appear in public, approached me and said with a great sense of gratitude: "Thank you, Seryozha, for your sympathy and humanity - only you really regretted me in that difficult situation!" Despite the totem "Dry Law", proudly and hopefully standing in the middle of the camp, which masterfully carved
