"The gates of hell"
- Drag Sner
- Jan 12, 2024
- 6 min read
My second book, which is being prepared for printing, will present the world of bodyguards in the most dangerous environment possible. Scenes and events and the most dangerous situations that the normal world knows today from both "this" and "that" side are lined up one after the other. You will learn many lessons yourself, and I will point out many of them because they are of vital importance.
The second book is an almost pure, true, and lived adventure in which, through the eyes of a bodyguard, many play on the border between life and death. Every event is experienced realistically and with minor changes to characters, names, and timeline is completely true. For now, you can find some parts of this text on my blog.
"The gates of hell"
(second book a passage of text)
This is the second story in my second book, and it stands out because that event was a turning point in our business.
As much as there was more money, better status, and opportunities, I knew from that day that the direction in which our ship was moving was not good.
My first remark before I continue writing is that the names and characters have been changed for objective reasons, but the events are completely true or slightly changed, and many of the most extreme are documented in various archives by security institutions.
It's a beautiful, sunny, summer day, with a slight breeze by the Danube. It's noon. We sit with our colleagues on the raft and arrange the tasks we have to do while we taste the fish broth. You can hear the carefree lapping of the Danube into the raft. Suddenly, my pager rings and informs us that we need to go to the central office of our company urgently. The main man calls for us to appear there as soon as possible. I knew it was a serious problem because it's always like that when the main person in the message addresses me literally by my name.
We get there in a few minutes because we were literally a couple of streets away. In the office, the main man and three other quite normal-looking young men are sitting. Only the three of us stay inside. I recognize a young man who has a reputation as a criminal in our country from the very first starting line-up. He was known as the leading man at that time of the strongest gang in the capital of our country. The main man introduces him by name, although he is known by the nickname "Bird". There are many affairs related to his name. Many stories were circulating in the tabloids.
He asked for protection, in which he needs bodyguards with licenses who are allowed to carry and use firearms. He heard about us from a friend and came offering an extremely good salary. I saw that the situation was unpleasant, mainly because he was staying away from the money he should be taking from the job, and that he left everything to us as a team to decide.
You see, with people like this, you realize in a second that you have to choose your words and actions because, in that world, one wrong action taken unconsciously can lead to tragic consequences. I went out for a while to consult with my friends and realized that no one was up to doing that job. With the greatest possible respect, I told him that it is not a question of us being afraid to protect him, but that, it is too dangerous for all of us who protect him to be involved in his reputation and to be completely identified as criminals. It's not a pretty picture when the police look at you like that. Because that's how they look at him too.
He spoke only a few more sentences. "So if I prove to you that I am not a criminal, you will protect me." I couldn't say no. I said." Yes, of course". His last sentence was, "Come tomorrow at 5:00 p.m. to the St. Andrew's raft." Then he got up and left.
The next day I went on a raft with my friends at the agreed time. I got a complete blackout about fifty meters from the approach to the raft. For a whole fifty meters, there was a column of parked police and military jeeps. Everything was bustling with military and intervention police. At first, I thought that some incident had happened, but soon I realized that there was some kind of celebration on the "Saint Andrew" raft because there was music, it was decorated and there were many uniformed persons with the highest ranks on it. At the very entrance, "Bird" was waiting for us at the bridge to the raft in in a beautiful suit with safety guards. It was not natural for me that he was there, but the respect of the soldiers and the surrounding police towards him was clearly noticeable. We crossed the bridge and now everything was even more packed with pressure. It seems to me that I could have bitten off pieces of air as the situation was thick. We recognized a couple of ministers, there were several generals and heads of federal security services. They were sitting at a long table and there were many soldiers and policemen around them. "Bird" sent a soldier who delivered a message to a general. They waved to each other and we went to the restaurant on the ship, which was completely empty. We sat down at the biggest table, they served us food and drink, and after a few minutes, we had to get up because a general, two chiefs of security at special federal units, and a man who introduced himself to us by name entered the room.
Everything happened quickly and briefly.
"Bird" pulled out an identification card from his wallet that read "Army General Staff, his picture, first and last name, and rank of major. The general and two federal commanders vouched for "Bird" with the indication that he is of the greatest interest to our country and people, that we work to protect "Birds" and that in addition to that job, we will occasionally be in charge of looking after the son and daughter of the president of our country.
I am quite sure that you know what our answer was. The next morning I was with "Bird" in the apartment with him and his mother. I experienced a shock when I realized that the two guys who were already looking after him were throwing a coin to see who would start his Porsche. In fact, it was a kind of Russian roulette because one car already flew into the air in that way. I had to act fast. Change their habits and make a contract with "Bird" so that we do nothing but our work and keep the identity of the bodyguard in case the agreement is not kept.
It turned out to be a double-edged sword.
You see, guarding a man of this profile is a unique experience that I would not recommend to anyone because you are not guarding him from the law and the police, but from criminals with whom he is at war to the death.
We looked after him for almost eight years, attended his wedding, and the birth of his two children, and experienced taking them to kindergarten and school. During that time, he became the owner of two gas stations, two of the most beautiful and largest villas in the elite part of the city, and he was also the owner of the most prestigious nightclub in the capital of our country.
We received the strongest credentials of the military security service, from the general staff of the army, and soon started working to protect the president's family. First occasionally and then almost every day. Teams changed according to needs and requirements.
Every new night before going to sleep I thanked God that I survived another day, and every new morning I woke up with the fear that it might be my last day. There is no fear here, simply burn out and push on as best as possible.
There were many attacks, skirmishes, and challenges, and I drew lessons from those situations and closed the "holes" on the "fly".
This is how the concept of the "Real System of Bodyguards" was literally born, which was accepted by about twenty of us in the rotation because it was the safest way to survive.
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