Who is the officer that has a conscience?
Andrei Ostapovich was a high-flying young police investigator in Belarus when protests broke out earlier this year, in the wake of the country’s disputed presidential election. He was so horrified by the beating and torture of demonstrators in custody that he left the country. He’s one of hundreds of Belarusian police officers now in exile in Poland and the Baltic states.
Sitting on a Warsaw park bench in the autumn sunlight, Andrei Ostapovich is lost in thought. He’s oblivious to the couples strolling past, to the laughing teenagers and to the grandmother and toddler feeding the ducks a few metres away. With his sharp cheekbones and olive green eyes, the 27-year-old could almost be mistaken for a guy modelling Italian knitwear or promoting an expensive brand of aftershave. But Andrei is a policeman on the run.
Strictly speaking, Andrei is not running any more – he feels relatively safe in Poland. But when he decided to quit his job as a high-flying detective in the Belarusian capital, Minsk this summer, he realised he would have to leave the country straight away or risk arrest.
“I’ve been in police uniform for the past 10 years,” he says. “But after the elections in August, I thought I was no longer safe wearing it because of the way people now feel about the police. My uniform made me ashamed”
Brought up in the Grodno region, near the Polish border, Andrei’s bravery and quick wittedness was first spotted when, aged 15, he saved a younger boy from drowning in a lake. Local firemen and paramedics were so impressed by the rescue that they suggested he might like a job with them after he left school.
But Andrei had other plans. After five years at an academy attached to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, where he studied law and forensics, he qualified as an investigator. He began with probes into medical negligence and just three months after graduation he made a name for himself by catching a notorious paedophile. He soon moved on to some of the country’s most complex murder cases.
“The job was really exciting,” he tells me, sucking hard on a cigarette. “There were interesting cases in which the suspects proved elusive and it was such a thrill when you managed to outsmart them – like winning a game of chess.”
He says there was little political interference in his work as a senior investigator. But as elections approached he was troubled by the arrest of presidential candidates – a banker, Viktor Babaryko and blogger Sergei Tikhanovsky – on the flimsiest of pretexts.
What other experience?
Andrei went to the rallies after work to see what was going on. He found himself running for cover as police fired rubber bullets and stun grenades into the crowd.
What he saw with his own eyes – and in videos posted online – sickened him. So although he loved his job, he wrote a five-page letter of resignation, detailing all the abuses he’d witnessed, stating that the riot police “were the only people who provoked violence” and claiming that they had executed “criminal orders”. Fully aware that he might face arrest, he fled across the border to Russia.
Very soon the Russian security services, the FSB, showed up at his hotel in the city of Pskov. “They put handcuffs on me and a ski mask covered with black cloth,” says Andrei. “Then they attached a dumbbell to the handcuffs – it was so heavy, more than 30kg of metal. I thought they might throw me in the lake with this dead weight, and I wouldn’t be able to swim. When you can’t see anything, you have no idea what’s going on.”
The FSB officers, who did not introduce themselves, drove for four hours to the Belarusian border. Then they stopped, took Andrei out of the car, and removed his mask and handcuffs.
His Escape
“The FSB tried to act like they were not involved in my arrest,” he says. “They gave me back my things and told me to walk along the road. I saw some [Belarusian] KGB agents approaching so I didn’t hang about, I ran into the forest,” says Andrei. “They chased me but they couldn’t keep up, so I managed to escape.”
Dressed in no more than his jeans, trainers and a T-shirt, Andrei sought refuge among thick forests of pine and birch, lakes and treacherous marshes. He immediately threw away his three mobile phones, to avoid being traced. He had no food apart from some chocolate bars and a bottle of water. Once he slipped into a swamp up to his waist and couldn’t move his legs. Fortunately he was able to reach some thick reeds, but it took all his strength to haul himself out.
Then there was a close encounter with a wild boar – “a huge beast with tusks”, he says. “I managed to dazzle it with my torch and it ran off but it was very scary being alone at night in the forest.”
After 10 days of wandering in circles and getting hopelessly lost, Andrei eventually reached Poland, where he applied for asylum.
