Prosecutor's son caught in drug bust after tearing car on fence

Major Dmitry Khokhlov spent almost ten years fighting drug dealers. The unit he worked in (the drug enforcement unit, UNK) was for a long time the most effective in the Sverdlovsk region in terms of the number of cases solved. Dmitry shared his memories of the most interesting and high-profile cases with E1.RU. We are publishing one such story, where the detained turned out to be the young son of a prosecutor.

It was August 2017. My colleague Andrei received information about a drug courier. Through the card to which he withdrew money, we found out his phone number, photo, and approximate location where he might be in Nizhny Tagil. But we didn«t have an exact address.

We went searching. We found his car in the courtyards, set up surveillance on it, and tracked down our suspect. He turned out to be a young unemployed guy, about twenty years old. For several days, we studied his daily routine and watched how he lived. We waited for him to start «working».

One day, he gets in the car and drives into the forest, and we immediately follow him in two cars. We try to take winding routes so as not to be too noticeable. He stopped, picked up a «cache» in the forest, and drove back. He drives into a courtyard and sees that he is being watched. We have no choice but to grab him.

He was driving so fast that he tore the undercarriage and got stuck right on the fence. We later had to remove it with a tow truck.

I rush out in my bloodied and torn suit to help twist him. We confiscate drugs from him, a whole kilogram of mephedrone (2.2 lb)!

I ask: «What, did you want to stash a kilogram here?»

He says: «No, I was taking it to my place.»

I say: «But you live somewhere else.»

He says: «Well, I rent an apartment here. I don»t keep drugs at home, I have nothing there. I rent a place here. I hide the drugs from the owners in the sofa, on double-sided tape. I lift the sofa and stuff them behind the upholstery.«

It turned out he would come to the rented apartment with drugs, lock the door with the key left in the lock so no one would unexpectedly enter. He would package them in the kitchen, wash everything after himself, and hide them under the sofa. We didn«t know about that; he gave himself away in a panic. We go up there and find another one and a half kilograms (3.3 lb)!

But the three-room apartment was empty, nothing illegal. He only packaged and stored drugs at the rented one. The three-room apartment was given to him by his father, an environmental prosecutor. And he lived there with his girlfriend. I was shocked that there was terrible filth there. He himself was dressed to the nines, his car polished, and he constantly goes for car detailing services.

But when you enter the home, there are piles of dog shit in the room. They had a dog, and they didn«t walk it. It just defecated in the room, and no one cleaned it up. There were expensive trinkets, MacBooks, new iPhones, brand-new clothes with tags, and other external attributes of success — and around them, a mess and cigarette butts in the sink. That was the contrast.

«My father got rid of me with an apartment»

As he himself explained, he embarked on this path because of family problems. His mother and father separated. His father started a new family, in which there was no place for him. He said: «My father is a complete bastard, a bad person. He doesn»t need me. He got rid of me with an apartment: like, as your parent I«ve solved the main issue, now you»re on your own. And my mother works constantly, has no time for me, and is herself without money.«

And so the young guy lived and lived and came up with what he thought was a good plan to earn money [by dealing drugs]. He wasn«t interested in working a regular job. He sold drugs like this for several months, and then we detained him.

When he saw us and realized he was going away for a long time, he didn«t cry, didn»t try to threaten, only asked: «Damn, guys, what, is this serious? Is there a way to make a deal?» We said: «Yes, it»s serious. No, no deal.«

The only thing we promised him was a reduced sentence for actively assisting the investigation. In the end, he gave up another one and a half kilograms of drugs, pleaded guilty, told everything, didn«t write any complaints against us, so we weren»t called to court. He has probably been released by now. I hope he has found his way in life and quit drugs.

Dmitry«s own fate turned out tragically: after detaining another drug dealer, he faced criminal charges himself.

The owner of the drug shop complained about humiliation (that he was forced to do squats). As a result, for drug dealing he got nine years in a penal colony, and the former operative, accused of abuse of power, now faces up to ten years in a penal colony.

Read about how drug shop enforcers beat a schoolgirl and carved letters on her back with a knife.

We also wrote about how a drug dealer was detained. He pretended to be sick and simulated dementia.