Зеличенко Александр

JI5G0019Родился во Фрунзе (ныне Бишкек) в 1957 году в семье офицера милиции. Окончил Высшую школу МВД СССР (Караганда, Казахстан) и Академию МВД СССР (Москва). Начав службу в уголовном розыске, затем последовательно возглавлял городской отдел внутренних дел, уголовный розыск области, республиканскую Службу по борьбе с наркобизнесом, Государственную комиссию при Правительстве КР по контролю наркотиков, Главный Штаб МВД КР, Департамент паспортно-визовой работы и Центр реформирования МВД Кыргызстана. Перед выходом в отставку в 2011 году являлся Советником председателя Государственной службы Кыргызской Республики по контролю наркотиков. С 1997 года сотрудничает с международными организациями в качестве Офицера международного антинаркотикового проекта ООН «Ошский узел» (1997-1999), полицейского-миротворца ООН, ОБСЕ на Балканах (2000-2004), международного эксперта по наркополитике Института открытого общества (Нью-Йорк, 2004-2006), советника Программы «Миллениум: Вызовы тысячелетия» (США, 2008-2009), регионального советника и координатора Программы по предотвращению распространения наркотиков в Центральной Азии (CADAP-5) Евросоюза (2010-2013). Директор общественного фонда «Центрально-Азиатский центр наркополитики». Полковник, кандидат исторических наук. В 2003 году защитил диссертацию на тему «Интеграция Кыргызстана в международный процесс противодействия наркоэкспансии из Афганистана в 1990-х годах». Печатается с 1981 года. Публиковался в Кыргызстане, Казахстане, Украине, России, Великобритании, США, Швеции, Польше, Сербии, Израиле на русском, кыргызском, казахском, английском, сербском и польском языках. Соавтор множества научных и литературных сборников, включая «Наши миротворцы на Балканах» (Москва, 2007), «Руски миротворци на Балкану» (Нови Сад, Сербия, 2007). Автор книг «Наркоэкспансия» (Бишкек, 1997), «Косовский дневник» (2003), «История афганской наркоэкспансии» (2003), «Детектив без названия» (2006), «Heroin: Formula 1» (2008), «Диверсант из Мургаба» (2010), «Анаша для мятежа» (2013), «40 лет под присягой» (2014). Член Союза журналистов, Союза писателей Кыргызстана. Награжден двумя медалями ООН «За службу во имя мира», государственной наградой Кыргызской Республики медалью «Эрдик» («Мужество»), юбилейными медалями. За вклад в борьбу с преступностью и охрану общественной безопасности отмечен благодарностью Премьер-министра КР, награжден именным оружием. Живёт в Бишкеке (Кыргызская Республика).

Aleksandr Zelichenko, born in 1957 in Kyrgyzstan, Police Colonel (retired), PhD, member of Journalists Association of Kyrgyzstan and National Writers Association of Kyrgyzstan. One of the founders and first leader of the Special Drug Control Service under the Ministry of Internal Affairs, The State Commission on Drug Control under the Government of Kyrgyz Republic, Director of The Central Asian Drug Policy Center. More than 30 years of experience as an Officer in the Kyrgyz State Police at operational, supervisory levels, command level and in police training (1978 – 2007), in a wide range of Police services as Police Drug Control Service, Criminal Police, Community Police and Police Reforming as well as extensive experience in multi-cultural and post conflict environments during Cross-Boarder Cooperation Projects in Central Asian region and Missions in Kosovo, Macedonia and Serbia/Montenegro. In 2000–2004 - member of UN, OSCE Missions to the Balkan countries – Kosovo and Macedonia. Team Leader of the International Police Instructors for the post-conflict area in south Serbia. Trained more than 700 police officers from Kosovo and Serbia in crime prevention, general policing, anti-drug activities and community policing Issues. 2004 – 2007 - International drug-policy expert for IHRD/OSI (New York). Retired since February 2011. In 2010 - 2013 – Coordinator of EU Central Asian Drug Action Program – CADAP-5. Author of hundreds articles, essays and stories on subjects of law-enforcement activity against criminal offences, drug-business and terrorism, published in Kyrgyz, Russian, Polish, Serbian and English. Author of the monograph «History of Afghan narco-expansion of 1990th» (Bishkek, 2003), books «Narco-expansion» (Bishkek, 1997), «Kosovo diary» (Bishkek, 2003), “Saboteur from Murghab”, (Bishkek, 2010), “Our peace- keepers on the Balkans”, (Moscow, 2007, Belgrade, 2007), “Heroin: Formula 1” (Bishkek 2009), number of analytical reviews for some popular magazines, e.g. «International Police Review» (London, UK), «The Central Asia and Caucasus» (Sweden), collections of articles, published in Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Great Britain, Israel, Poland, Serbia, Sweden, USA, Ukraine and Russia. PhD - Completed a research, focused on the roots and history of Afghan narco-expansion. Awarded with 11 medals, including two UN Medals for peacekeeping service, Kyrgyz State Governmental Medal "Erdik”, Medal from Drug Enforcement Agency of The Kyrgyz Republic for Outstanding Contribution in the Field of Drug Law Enforcement.


The Snake Pit

   Biography and autobiography sometimes differ significantly, as there are some things you cannot tell about yourself publicly...

   The autobiography of the academic Arstanbek Altymyshev is impressive - he was awarded the Soviet State Awards, for many years of being a board member of USSR Cosmonautic Committee, researcher of mummy - medicinal bitumen(substance used in folk medicine), inventor of many adaptogens, and finally the man, who created the popular balsam "Arashan" which was made of tens of medicinal herbs...

   But what the professor told me just before he passed away was he never disclosed to anyone, and he could not describe it in his official autobiography. Only now we can raise the curtain of secrecy of some of the facts in his life...

   It happened in seventies. The world was flooded by terror: Basks, "Red Brigades", Irish Republican Army, Palestinians... And along with traditional bombing and shooting they started to use poisons for curtain individual actions. A little prick in the crowd by umbrella's tip - that is it! Death would not come at once but only next day or after when all traces of poison would vanish. Obviously it was not dilettantes who brewed up such poisons.

   One day I was invited to Moscow, where I was offered the mission to some remote places in the world, namely - Latin America. There, in a little town lost in selva, a certain former Nazi industrialist, from a number of those who promptly changed their personality, continents and masters after the war, had built in the jungle a gigantic den for snakes, and rumors were that he had collected reptiles from all parts of the world. Moreover - he gathered insects, weird funguses, poisonous fish and plants as well, and started mass production of poisons. In a few words - they offered me to do an industrial espionage, of course for the sake of lofty and high aims. To tell that I - the usual academic, was surprised was not enough! However they persuaded me...

   I started to learn Spanish intensively. It was quite easy as it based on Latin which I studied in university and as pharmacologist had been improving throughout my entire career. Soon I could speak decently and even started to write.

   The departure had been postponed for three times. At last they invited me to Moscow, allegedly to participate in Soviet Science Academy's conference, where I was told everything was ready. According to the cover story I was... Japanese, born and bred far from the original homeland. And my outlook contributed to that story. It was supposed the Spanish, which I spoke well by that time, would be enough in those remote parts, however half of the year I spent cracking the language of the Country of Rising Sun, quite successfully by the way.

   I started my journey from Amsterdam and was at the scene the following day, and immediately felt sick - in Moscow it was minus forty Celsius, here in tropics - plus thirty, besides I was a bit scared. They greeted me well, drove me for sixty miles and placed in the luxurious cottage amongst the virgin forests. I used to walk around and observe everything. It struck me that far from any civilization they had managed to make everything here in a smart, and above all, in a most convenient way. Comfortable life, without the vanity of the world, just only the favorable researches - what else the true scientist would dream of?

   They had given me the laboratory with staff and I engaged into active work. I roamed freely in the "den of snakes" with all creatures which the nature could imagine to make. For a first time in my life I saw the coral snake, the green mamba, the Egyptian cobra and the black widow. Later I also had an opportunity to work with all this super poisonous vermin.

   One middle aged woman lived next to me. Well groomed, dressed with much taste, with well cut hairs and slim body she looked attractive enough. The only thing which would betray her age was her wrinkles, though skillfully covered by the neck scarf. Her name was Helen and occasionally we had a few words exchanges.

   During weekends I often visited the neighbor town to meet the liaison agent. I submitted to him my reports, received money, as according to the contract the "Japanese" should had to live on his own expenses. And the bosses were mean enough; it took so much time once to justify fifteen dollars spent for beer. Nevertheless everything was going according the plan. Shortly afterwards I even invented new synthetic drug in cooperation with one Polish expat. I still have no idea whether they put it on a mass production or not. By that time three months of my practical studying has elapsed.

   ...The military coup caught me right in the lab, such events were not expected - I just had been at "the meeting" and had no any instructions for that case. Because of my absent-mindedness, very natural to many scientists, I did not pay much attention to this fact and continued my researches. Meanwhile the junta was ruling over the country, and as it became clear later, it seized the power partly thanks to the finances of the master of my den of snakes.

   Several days passed, I was doing something over the retort when the door suddenly squeaked. Not being the real professional spy I startled unwittingly when heard Helen told me in Russian: "Don't be surprised, my father was a Ukrainian nationalist, in twenties he escaped from Soviets to America. Listen my advice - leave this place as soon as you can. There is an unwritten order - whoever reports the communist to authorities in this poverty stricken country will receive a colored TV, two communists - they get a car. And they can make a fortune if they inform about the real Bolshevik from Russia! Before I go I want to leave you something..."

   She left on the desk the copy of telegram with my details - who I was, where from. It suggested keeping a secret surveillance on me before "the final decision would be made". Passing by my cottage I dashed to the nearest village where I hired the boat to escape...

   In Soviet Consulate they stared at me with astonishment - who, what den of snakes? Finally they grasped that my Russian was "too juicy and foul" for Japanese and called for "appropriate" men, who promptly got me the ticket to Cuba with stopover in Lima, where the local policemen searched the plane, looking for a "Russian professor". And no one paid attention to the "pure-bred samurai".

   The car in Havana was waiting right next to the boarding ramp...

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