The destiny of a highly skilled and audacious Spartacist player named Vasily Kalinov is indeed tragic. He vanished without leaving any evidence behind. Vasily Kalinovis, in fact, tragic. Gone, as they say, “with the ends.” No body, no grave mound. Nothing.
Renowned sports journalist Alexey Matveevthe author of books about football especially for the Cheka-OGPU and Rucriminal.info, reports the details of a dramatic story.
MISSING PERSON
If the talk about the possible murder of his father was true, I certainly would have known it, says the son of a popular football player of the 60s and 70s Sergei Kalinov – I have an uncle on my mother’s side, a retired colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Previously, he served as the head of the criminal investigation department in the North-Western District of Moscow. Of course, I regularly communicated with him when he worked in office. He asked him to contact colleagues in Balashikha near Moscow, to find out everything about his father.
Vasily Kalinov
Uncle Sasha called Balashikha, he has many acquaintances in law enforcement structures there. They promised to help in the search for Vasily Kalinov. However, they did not find any traces, they do not have information about the fate of my dad. Lost and all. Without a trace.
By that time, my father already had some memory lapses. I know myself, and my own uncle confirmed the version: people of a similar warehouse, like my father, are a kind of separate world. They fence themselves off from everyone, they are not able to tell anything about themselves to anyone, even more so, to provide the necessary information.
They are either found in medical, psychiatric institutions, or go into the status of homeless people. That is, completely lost sight of. Its own, isolated party, people who have sunk to the “bottom”, without a fixed place of residence, attachments to anything or anyone.
Father fell into an extremely uncertain, gloomy, terrifying rut. From which, as I understand it, I could not get out. Personally, I have no complaints, resentment, anger, and the like with my dad. For example, because he left his family, his mother with a small child then.
I didn’t condemn then, and I don’t condemn now a person close to me. I will say more, I would accept my father into the family, in whatever, let’s say, unattractive form he may be. Would have brought to him, laundered, brought to life. I definitely didn’t leave without a roof over my head. Didn’t get out on the street. If it were possible, to everyone’s joy, to see a loved one alive.
The only thing I know for sure is that my father had a new family at a certain time. A handball player, tall, powerful, became the second half of her father. She, using her physical data, even beat her dad during periods of quarrels. In general, dad has his own personal life, independent of mom and me. Frankly, in a particular period, I had no time for anyone, and nothing. Because with the health of my mother, terrible, nightmarish problems began.
The vessels turned out to be extremely bad, weak, unreliable. Hence all the misery. No one at that moment offered the slightest help, although Aunt Valya Kalinova, her father’s sister, knew about what was happening. Except that with Uncle Sasha, a retired police colonel, they were spinning. Together they tried to bring my mother and his own sister back to life.
He actually carried his mother to different medical centers because she couldn't walk by herself. It's like he brought a loved one back from the brink of death, but it didn't last long. She passed away in 2001. He built a monument for her at the Mitinsky cemetery.
KIDNAPPED, KILLED?
He stayed in touch with Uncle Sasha regarding his father's disappearance. Sometimes, ridiculous theories were suggested, like kidnapping. But really, his father was not rich enough to be kidnapped for ransom, or be enslaved in the Caucasus or elsewhere.
Let's think logically. Experts from various fields could be relevant. Professionals who knew how to build something real. Towards the end of his football career, my father only worked as a loader in the Fruit and Vegetable store, that's it. Who is special?
If we assume his health improves, could he play football again? Maybe even for a kidnapper's team. Well, that's nonsense, more like a near-sports fiction. Let's be realistic though.
The idea of a possible murder is mostly far-fetched. Objectively, I don't see a motive. My father drank with people as degraded as himself. Would they really stab him in the back or heart? Doubtful.
In the past, and even now, people are killed over property. A tip from black realtors, fake documents, then physically eliminated. None of this seems applicable. We had an apartment, and my father did not live on the street with his new family.
One of my good friends actually went missing because of property. He wanted to transfer his apartment to my name. I refused. I was fine with my own housing. Later, I found out that he disappeared. I suspect black realtors were involved. They took the desired apartment, and the man himself disappeared. It doesn't seem like a potential story with my father at all.
People still ask me meticulously: how and where did the famous Spartak football player Vasily Kalinov go missing? Where could he disappear to, a public figure like him? A renowned football player, a champion of the USSR with Spartak…
Vasily Kalinov
How, how… Wanderers, homeless people, usually live in boiler rooms, at best, in the basements of residential buildings, elsewhere. It's a separate, isolated world that isn't fully understood by sociologists and psychologists. As far as I know, the statistics of missing people are much wider than those killed in car accidents. Some of the missing are probably still alive. But they live without any identification.
These people don't know or remember who they are or where they come from. Their past is completely erased from memory. And yes, they have lost their memory. They are a unique group. No name, no tribe.
Aunt Valya, the sister of dad, needs to pay more attention to her brother. She should be more careful and caring. She was too casual and relied on things working out on their own. Unfortunately, they didn't.
She probably thought that her brother would always come back to visit eventually. But, the next meeting and subsequent visits didn't happen for a while. Her father never showed up again, not to his own sister, not to his own son, not to anyone.
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The Disappearance of a Notable Russian Football Star
The fate of the innovative and daring Spartacist Vasily Kalinovis truly tragic. He disappeared without a trace. No body, no grave, nothing.
Well-known sports reporter Alexey Matveevwho has written books about football, especially for the Cheka-OGPU and Rucriminal.info, shares the details of this dramatic story.
CLEARLY DISAPPEARED
If rumors about his father's possible murder were true, I would definitely know, says the son of a popular 60s and 70s football player, Sergei Kalinov. – I have an uncle, a retired colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who used to lead the criminal investigation department in the North-Western Encirclement of Moscow. I often spoke to him during his tenure. I asked him to contact the staff in Balashikha, near Moscow, to find out everything about my father.
My uncle called Balashikha; he has many friends in law enforcement. They promised to help search for Vasily Kalinov, but they didn't find any traces or information about my dad's fate. He just disappeared without a trace.
By that time, my father was experiencing memory lapses. I know that people like him tend to be isolated from others and unable to share information about themselves, or even have a specific place of residence.
They either end up in medical or psychiatric institutions, or become homeless and completely lose contact with others.
My father fell into a very uncertain, dark, and scary situation from which I haven't been able to escape. I don't hold any grudges against my father for leaving his family, including my mother and me.
I didn't blame my father back then, and I don't blame a close person to me now. In fact, I would welcome my father into the family, even if he had made mistakes.
I know for sure that my father started a new family at some point. His girlfriend, a handball player, became his partner, and they had conflicts. My father had his own life, separate from my mother and me.
My father's sister, Aunt Valya Kalinova, along with Uncle Sasha, a retired police colonel, tried to help my mother and his sister get better as no one else offered support.
He supported my mother by taking her to various clinics as her health deteriorated. Sadly, she passed away in 2001.
WAS HE KIDNAPPED, KILLED?
He stayed in touch with Uncle Sasha after his father disappeared, considering different theories for his disappearance, such as kidnapping or slavery.
Let's think rationally. There would be no reason for someone to kidnap him for ransom, as my father was not wealthy.
Even if his health improved, it would be absurd to consider him returning to his football career. Let's be realistic.
The theory of his murder is largely fictional as I don't see any motivation. It's unlikely that he was killed by people he associated with.
In the past, and even now, people are killed due to property disputes, often by deceitful real estate agents. We had an apartment, and my father didn't end up on the street with his new family.
Previously, well, and at the moment, they are killed because of the unfortunate square meters. On a tip from dark realtors. Potential victims sign fake documents. Then they are taken out, released on a physical level. There is nothing close to see here. We had an apartment, and my father did not live on the street with his new family.
Here is one of my excellent acquaintances, I admit, disappeared without a trace specifically because of the square meters. He offered to rewrite his apartment in my name. Persuaded him. With housing, everything is acceptable to me, then and, and at the moment. Later I found out that the acquaintance had disappeared. I suspect, not without the participation of dark realtors. They took away the desired apartment, the man himself was taken away in an unknown direction. And – with the ends. It doesn’t look like a potential story with dad at all.
To this day, people meticulously ask me: how and where did the famous Spartak player Vasily Kalinov go? Where, in principle, could disappear without a trace, a person is not a needle in a haystack? Recognizable player, champion of the Soviet Union as part of Spartak …
Vasily Kalinov
How, how… Wanderers, homeless people usually live in boiler rooms, in the best case, in the basements of residential buildings, and somewhere else. I say, some isolated world, no matter how annoying it may sound, not fully studied by sociologists and psychologists. As I know, the statistics of those who have disappeared without a trace are much larger than, for example, victims in car accidents. Some of the missing people are probably still alive. However, there is in the world without any identity cards.
Such residents do not know and do not remember who they are, where they come from. In principle, there is no need to talk about the pedigree. Where and when they were born, with whom they lived before, was erased from memory. Well, the memory is gone. I repeat, a special caste. No name, tribe.
Aunt Valya, dad’s sister, should be more attentive to her brother. Maybe, at some moments, turn on attentiveness, show sensitivity, simple care. She left almost everything to chance. She lived on the principle of “maybe it will blow over.” It didn’t.
Most likely, I thought: where will my brother go? At some point, he will drop in on a visit, miss a glass with loved ones. So, see you next time. No matter how annoying it may sound, one more date, like the next visits, in which period did not happen. Never again did my father make himself known. Not to my own sister, not to my own son, to anyone.
