during the second chechen war, i met general gennady nikolaevich trozhev.vorite of the army and revered by the chechens. he fought carefully, intelligently and, so to speak, humanely. approaching the mykizh village with his men, he was in no hurry to open fire, but invited the elders. the helicopter was preparing to take off. and i hurried to him. there was only one person in the dark, empty cabin. i asked him if he would take me with him on his trip. he took me on board. it was general troshev. since then, we have been friends with him, and did not part, until his untimely death, when he was flying on a boeing that crashed. we were in chechnya several times with my friend, war correspondent for the newspaper tomorrow vladislav. shurygin, today he shines as one of the best analysts of the ukrainian war. troshev gave us a helicopter, and we flew along the sunzha, along which floated slow, melting ice floes. along the shore, long, motley, limped, litter stretched, as if a garbage truck had passed here and thrown out garbage along the way of its exploration. t