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The New Hooligans of Russia
They battle in the forest, soccer gang against soccer gang. they are the underground fighters the world cup host doesn't want you to see..
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Over nearly four decades on earth, while living in half a dozen cities and two countries, whether employed or not, happy or not, sober or not, I have never -- not ever -- punched someone.
Vova laughs at me. Of course Vova has punched someone. Vova lives in Moscow, on the edge of Russia's capital. He says he has been punching people for years, says he loves punching people, says it is part of his identity. He thinks I am an alien, basically, and that a man without scars on his hands is no man at all.
Vova is 19.
By any measure, Vova has a comfortable life. His mother is a flight attendant, and so his room in the family's apartment has pictures and posters from the places he has traveled. He is studying to be a graphic designer, and he loves surfing. He also has an affinity for poetry (including Pushkin and Yesenin, who wrote about, among other things, hooligans in the early 1900s). Vova enjoys literature, particularly the writings of famed German novelist Erich Maria Remarque. In a coffee shop one afternoon, we briefly debate The Night in Lisbon versus All Quiet on the Western Front . ( Lisbon is his favorite book of all time.)
Yet in the evenings or on weekends, Vova says, he goes to the forest. He says he is part of a group of hooligans known as IX Legion, which supports a professional soccer team, Dinamo Moscow, and which fights against other groups supporting other teams. These fights almost always take place in the woods, away from the eyes of the police (or anyone else, really). These fights have no written rules or regulations, have no certified referees or officials, and while it is generally considered gauche to murder someone at one of these fights, everything short of that is pretty much fine.
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To Vova, this is glorious. To Vova, this is magical. To Vova, the idea of not punching people makes no sense, even though he knows that the Russian authorities are desperate for the upcoming World Cup to be safe and peaceful.
"So," I say to Vova one evening in the center of the city, "what are you like when you're in a fight?" Vova is smart and earnest, with a fresh face, thin eyes and a soft nose. His waist is tiny and his legs are spindly, giving him the bony look of a high school cross-country runner. "In a fight, everything is different," he says. "It requires anger, some kind of rage or something like that."
It is hard to see rage from Vova, with his soft voice and innocent giggle and nervous tic in which his shoulder shakes as he thinks about a difficult question. It is hard to see rage at all. But to Vova, the rage is as much a part of him as the poetry or the textbooks in his backpack.
The woods, he says, is where he lets the rage out, where he immerses himself in something that "strengthens the mind."
I interrupt him. How could this possibly strengthen your mind ?
He does not hesitate. "Well, because when you see people coming at you," he says, "not just one or two people, and you know they are about to kick you in the face and it'll be painful, you don't run away."
"In a fight, everything is different," says Vova, who fights with a group of hooligans known as IX Legion. "It requires anger, some kind of rage or something like that." Logan Cascia/Special to E:60 Films
The World Cup begins in Russia on June 14. About 2 million visitors are expected to arrive during the tournament, and there is a wide variety of items about which one could be reasonably concerned: abhorrent acts of racism by Russian fans, for instance, as well as draconian "gay propaganda" laws, the government's general attitude of blatant intolerance toward those with dissenting opinions, potential terrorist attacks and -- perhaps most visibly -- ugly spasms of punishing street violence.
Much of that last worry stems from what happened in France two years ago. During the European soccer championship, Russia and England met in a game in Marseille. Several hundred Russians -- inflamed by the presence of some drunken, belligerent Britons as well as an appreciation for history (England being the nominal birthplace of hooliganism) -- went on a rampage, destroying cafés and storefronts while attacking anyone who even appeared to be English.
The attacks continued in the stands at the game, leading to the Russian federation being punished by tournament organizers, while the Russian fans were, in some cases, arrested or deported. Videos of the carnage went viral, and within days, World Cup officials and Russian authorities hastily began a campaign to assure everyone that nothing like this could ever happen again.
Russia must "ensure maximum security for players and fans," President Vladimir Putin said in a speech to Russian police this winter, before telling the officers that "the way this event goes and our country's image will directly depend on your smooth, skillful work."
Here is the thing, though: That work isn't just about metal detectors and checkpoints once the games begin. Russian officials are certainly cognizant of doing whatever is necessary to avoid a repeat of the horrendous scenes from Marseille during the upcoming tournament, but the government has also spent considerable time over the past two years doing whatever it can to shut down (or at least hide until after the World Cup) this ever-growing subculture of a hooliganism that involves young, devoted and violent fighters -- like Vova -- engaging in vicious, bare-knuckle brawling for fun.
While part of the concern from Russian authorities has to do with the country's global reputation, much of it also has to do with the inherent unpredictability of hooligans and their whims.
Will there be trouble during the World Cup? Russian officials have repeatedly said they don't expect any issues. But no one can say for sure, including the hooligans themselves. "It won't happen in Russia because our police services work a lot better" than in France, says Vlad, who is a friend of Vova's and also a member of the Legion. Vlad seems fairly certain about this too. Except then Vlad reconsiders and says, "Maybe some small conflicts will occur." And a few moments later, he reconsiders again and says, "Small conflicts are bound to occur but not because Russians will provoke them."
Vlad's opinion is common among hooligans. So too is his approach to privacy: He does not share that he is a hooligan with many people in his life because "it is not a social thing; it's personal." Like Vova, he doesn't want his full name revealed because "there is a lot of tension right now" surrounding hooligans and the police, and Vlad says the crackdown from the authorities over the past year has been considerable.
Friends have been detained and questioned. Some hooligan brothers have had their apartments searched. It has made it much more difficult to stage the big fights hooligans crave.
"So when you come home with a black eye or something like that," I ask Vlad, "what do you tell your family about how it happened?" I am trying to imagine the sorts of stories Vlad must concoct, since his face has the pockmarks of roasted turkey skin.
Turns out, this isn't much of a problem.
"No one really pays attention to it," Vlad says, explaining that in Russia, boys are generally expected to fight. "So a boy got into a fight -- no big deal. After all, I am a guy, not a girl." He seizes upon this idea and waves his hands. "You can be like a girl," he says, "or you can be a person who fights everywhere and stands up for himself. It's your own choice."
A typical scene in Russia: Fans burn flares during a Russian Premier League Championship match between Arsenal Tula and Spartak Moscow in December. Denis Tyrin/AP Photo
Anton chooses to fight everywhere. Anton is a bouncer and a boxing coach and an instructor at a gym in St. Petersburg that specializes in training hooligans. Anton loves fighting, loves talking about it, loves the language of it.
There is an entire section of Russian slang related to hooligan fighting, Anton says one day, starting with the idea that fighting takes place during the "third half," a sly reference to a traditional soccer game having only two halves. Someone who is otmorozok is so cold-blooded as to be psychotic (the expression comes from the word for "frostbitten"). Otpizdil is a term for having beaten up someone to the point where he is unrecognizable and includes a derogatory reference to the female anatomy. A solyanka -- which, in regular life, is a thick, sweet-and-sour Russian soup -- refers to a massive fight (say, 50-on-50) in which the mess of arms and legs and fists and fingers looks like a human stew. Anton adores a good solyanka.
Anton belongs to the Rude Boys, a group that supports Russia's oldest elite team, CSKA Moscow. Anton came to fighting typically: When he was 11, he was walking home from a game between Zenit St. Petersburg and CSKA with a small group of neighborhood boys. Suddenly, a group of Zenit fans jumped off a nearby tram and attacked Anton's group, pummeling the older boys but leaving Anton and the other youngest boy to stand by and watch the carnage. Anton still remembers the moans from his friends.
Anton is now 20. He is about 5-foot-10 and thick, with a barrel chest, fire hydrant arms and shoulders that look like slabs of meat. His cheekbones, though, are flat and soft, with deep dimples. His nickname is Antosha -- as in, little Anton -- because his features are almost cherubic, though his left ear is a mess of twisted cartilage and bulbous scar tissue that resembles dried Play-Doh.
When he walks, Anton moves with his fingers nearly always balled into fists.
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"I have been in about 60 fights," he says one evening over dinner, casually calling up videos on his phone that show him in combat -- a solyanka held on his birthday is a particular favorite. When the volume gets loud -- a gentleman on the screen is shouting "Get up, motherf---er!" in Russian -- Anton lowers it so as not to disturb a nearby table.
The vast majority of fights are organized by group leaders who text or call each other to set a time and place. Forests are most popular, though empty industrial areas and scrubland behind apartment blocks are workable too. How many fighters each team brings is negotiated and can range from 5-on-5 to 100-on-100. At the appointed time, the groups approach each other and, on a signal, attack.
This is the part Russian authorities do not want you to see, as the chaos is frightening and immediate. Groups set up in two (or more) lines, and the fighters at the front often open the proceedings with a flying kick before the mass of bodies becomes so tightly crowded that it's difficult to move.
There is some strategy in how a group arranges its fighters -- certain groups like their biggest members in the front, for example -- and while most fighters engage with the opponent directly across from them, Anton says he has always preferred to gain the advantage of surprise by initially punching the fighter who is just to the side of that opponent, which helps inject even more confusion.
The only significant rule -- and one that is distinctly Russian -- is that foreign objects are not allowed; hooligans in other countries in Europe often use brass knuckles or knives, but Russians fight with fists only. Head-stomps, knee-drops and repeated face-kicking are commonplace.
Most of the time, Anton says, fighters are operating in such a fog that they just rely on instincts. "You understand that if you don't hit someone, then someone hits you," he says, noting that a fight is over only when one group is standing over the other.
Injuries are expected and, frequently, revered. "I saw a guy who had his nose broken -- actually it wasn't just his nose," Anton says. "He smashed his face on a curb and shattered his whole face." There is awe in Anton's voice. "They put in a titanium and plastic splint under his eye."
For young fighters, the goal -- such as it is -- is to obtain a T-shirt. Group leaders bestow T-shirts on newer members as an initiation ritual after they've proved themselves. Once membership is granted, the bond among members is essentially familial. "You are not simply fighting alone," Anton says. "It is a fight of characters."
Many new-school hooligans train at a gym owned by Arnie (not pictured), a legendary fighter who says he's now retired. Logan Cascia/Special to E:60 Films
It must be asked: Why would someone do this? There are plenty of other sports that involve contact and physical exertion and agility and dexterity (but not plastic surgery), so why not do those? Why fighting?
Arnie, who runs the gym where Anton teaches and is a legendary hooligan from a group known as Music Hall, thinks this is kind of a stupid question. He believes the biggest attraction is clearly that there is something addictive about a man overcoming and then exploiting the fear of being hurt.
"In any culture," Arnie says in a tone one might use with a toddler, "fighting among the species just makes the species stronger."
This is what worries me. The closest I ever came to punching someone was when I was about 14. It was during a touch football game, and my friend Artie (not Arnie) kept pushing me and jabbing me in the ribs after every play. Finally, after like the 10th play in a row, I slapped Artie's hand away. He pushed me. We started wrestling, and for a split second, I had him at arm's length, my left hand holding his shirt and my right hand free and cocked. All I had to do was fire.
But I didn't. I dropped my hand, grabbed the other side of his shirt and we wrestled some more before the other guys jumped in to break it up. That was it. At the time, it didn't seem like a formative experience, but in the years since, I have wondered why I didn't do it, or couldn't do it. I have wondered whether I missed out on something important. Most hooligans seem to think I did.
Vova believes fighting is a necessary part of dealing with the anger that grows out of life's inevitable frustrations and disappointments. He says that for him, "in order to avoid spilling it in the street on passers-by, I have an option of fighting in the woods."
This idea of fighting as a personal release is one of the common notions most hooligans I speak with raise as a reason for fighting's popularity. The other is the baked-in nature of fighting within Russian culture. Within minutes, every hooligan brings up the "old village fighting" of ancient times in Russia, a reference to something known as stenka na stenku , or wall on wall. These mass fights between neighboring towns featured hours of bare-knuckle battling and involved everyone from young children on up to the most distinguished boxers. Some accounts say they took place as early as the 11th century.
The more modern iterations of fighting are less clear-cut. It is generally accepted that hooliganism began in modest form in the Soviet Union in the 1970s, grew substantive in the '80s during Mikhail Gorbachev's perestroika, then took off in the '90s after the Soviet Union collapsed. Violence and crime were rampant throughout the country then, creating an atmosphere that, particularly for men, was perpetually confrontational.
In the early days of Russian hooliganism, the English hooligans -- who were glamorized in a 2005 movie called Green Street that was very popular in Russia -- provided inspiration for everything from clothing to chants to songs to drinking and punching.
Now that has changed. Ruslan, a 20-something who is a member of a hooligan group known as Red-Blue Warriors, says he believes he is part of the third generation of Russian hooligans. The first was "drinking guys that would fight chaotically," especially in and around the stadiums. The second was a group of "guys who realized something was wrong and change was needed." Ruslan's generation, he says -- in Putin's Russia -- has grown to embrace mixed martial arts, adhere to a healthier and more athletic lifestyle, and operate with something akin to a fight-club mentality. Many hooligans, including Ruslan, even graduate from the forest to become legitimate MMA fighters. On a few occasions, Ruslan has fought an MMA match against an opponent he used to battle in the woods.
This generational shift has left the hooligan movement in an odd space within Russia: Putin also loves judo and martial arts, yet his administration has tried to choke the rise of woods fighting. While hooligan groups are often painted by outsiders as de facto foot soldiers for Putin, many I speak with say they actually dislike Putin because he worries too much about Russia's global reputation and not enough about what is going on inside their country. "He is soft," one fighter says.
Soft, of course, being the worst thing a Russian man can be, particularly as the popularity of woods fighting seeps so far into Russian culture that even children and teens are becoming enmeshed.
How deep does it run? One night at Anton's class, I meet a 16-year-old boy who says his name is Bulldog. Bulldog is short and skinny and has a baby face but says he got his nickname after he "went one-on-one" and "beat up a guy" and his friends told him, "S---, you are a bulldog." When we connect a few days later near his apartment, he offers, with remarkable eagerness, to attack a random person on the street for no reason.
Basically, Bulldog says, he is already a hardened hooligan. Except something is off. When I ask about how many fights he has had or the name of his group, Bulldog is vague and evasive. He claims he was in Marseille and helped beat up the English because "they had this disgusting look about them," but he has no photos of himself in France at that time, and pictures on his family's social media accounts show him in different locations during some dates of the tournament.
Then there are the videos. While most fight videos that Vlad or Vova or Anton share are several minutes long -- the formula seems to include the walk-up, the two sides slamming into each other and several angles of subsequent action so as to include at least a couple of head-stomps -- the few that Bulldog offers last only about 10 seconds and feature just a few violent sequences set to heavy metal music.
At first glance, they look like rudimentary highlight videos, the rough equivalent of a hooligan's video résumé; yet after a few viewings, with the opportunity to look more closely and notice the lack of technique or the unusual surroundings or the way it seems as if the fighting sequences are just a little too dramatic, another interpretation seems possible.
They are homages.
This shouldn't be surprising. After all, there is a popular website, fanstyle.ru, dedicated to full coverage of hooligan fighting. There are thousands of fight videos on the internet. There are message boards all over the Russian version of Facebook, with thread after thread where pictures of injuries from fights are posted and analyzed in the comments. In 2013, a feature-length Russian movie, Okolofutbola, which glorified the new hooligan lifestyle (and used hooligans in some of the roles), was a massive hit in Russia.
All of it combined has spawned more than just this movement's growing number of fights and fighters; there is also a growing number of boys like Bulldog who want to be what they see on the computer. Many of those injury threads on social media devolve into debates over whether the people who posted the photos actually suffered their injuries in a real fight or simply, say, gouged their own forehead with a blade to make it appear as if they had been in the woods.
Is Bulldog a real hooligan? Has he really punched someone? I don't know, but I keep going back to that moment on the first day with him, when I asked, "What is your goal?" and he answered with three things.
"My goal is to be stronger," he said. "To be bigger. To be cooler."
To be cooler.
Kostya scoffs at the new hooligans who post their fight videos online. Why does he fight? "For fun," he says. Logan Cascia/Special to E:60 Films
This is, I suppose, what makes the Russian authorities so concerned about the new hooligan movement as the World Cup approaches. Sure, Russian hooligans generally say they don't want to fight regular fans. They say they want to fight other hooligans (unless, maybe, you're English, in which case they might want to fight you just because they assume you're a hooligan too). The casual, there-for-a-good-time soccer fans at the World Cup really shouldn't need to be worried about groups such as Rude Boys or the Legion or RB Warriors.
Except, well, nothing is quite so clear-cut. This is Russia and this is underground fighting, so there is always an inherent unpredictability. And with this particular movement, much of that unpredictability exists on the fringes, among those who are peering over the top of the fence, desperate to get inside.
"Do you think there will be problems at the World Cup?" I ask Arnie during a coffee break at a bar near his gym. He shrugs. "I would say no," he says, "but there is always something that no one sees coming. That only God sees. What will it be?"
His guess is it will be the loose cannons, the unattached hooligans, the splinter groups looking to make a name. And all I can think of is when Bulldog offered to beat up that man on the street.
Igor Lebedev, a top Russian politician who is also part of the Russian soccer federation's executive committee, believes the government's attempt to crack down on woods fighting might be counterproductive (and hopeless). He believes there could be value in the government sanctioning woods fighting instead, regulating it and organizing it and, essentially, turning it into a real sport.
He goes on about this one evening at his office near Red Square in Moscow, and he looks hurt when I am skeptical. "It's hard for me to imagine," I begin, trying to choose my words carefully, "why you think that would be a good idea."
He says that the fighting and punching and brawling and scrapping is unavoidable. That it is hardwired. That, especially in a country where the winters are long and dark, it is standard. "We should all understand," he says, "that there are simply things in life we cannot escape."
That word -- escape -- gives me pause. I didn't hit Artie 25 years ago and have wondered forever how my life would have been different if I had. Bulldog talks as though his hands have blood smeared all over them and always will. Vlad and Vova and Ruslan and Anton punch people in their sleep. So which of us escaped?
One night in Moscow, I meet up with a hooligan named Kostya. It is bitterly cold, so we talk in the dark, dank (but less-than-freezing) stairwell of his friend's apartment building. Kostya adores fighting, and the scars on his hands have scars of their own. He talks about the warrior spirit that leads men to fighting and makes fun of the youngest woods fighters who like to post their fight videos on the internet. He laughs.
Then he listens, patiently and kindly, as I tell him that even after spending all this time with hooligans and learning about what they do and how they do it, I still don't understand why they do it.
I ask: "Can you explain why you fight?"
"For fun," he says simply.
" Is it fun?"
Kostya laughs. "Of course."
I poke the ground with my toe and shuffle my shoes. I'm stalling, trying to keep from offending this nice hooligan with my pathetic confession. Kostya lets the silence linger. Finally, I blurt out "I've never punched anybody in my life" and stare at the ground.
I have said it to others, of course, and await the snicker or titter or cackle. But Kostya isn't like Vlad or Vova or Anton or Ruslan. He doesn't treat it as a joke or a gag or some sort of fatal flaw. Instead, he just nods and genuinely considers this bizarre reality, imagining what that could possibly be like. He goes silent for a beat or two or three.
Then he waits until I raise my head and looks at me, his face cocked just slightly to the side. He straightens his shoulders. His gaze is steady, his eyes softer than my knuckles.
"You should try it."
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