On the day of the interior officer.
"Latinization" of our society, or how the shadow of big business falls on the quiet streets of a small town.
Many of our countrymen will find it strange and wonderful how their lives can be connected with cartels. "We are not America, we are just a depressed city - the factory is closed, people have left, and what cartels are there - we have nothing to do even in the evening." “My police protect me,” the next average person will think, or even say: “Well, don't bother our police! " - as said by the character of the movie "Shirley Mirley" Sukhodrischov.
I just want to think that criminal plots are somewhere out there, in distant cities or warm countries where palm trees make noise, and not in our yards, where the snow lies for six months and the street lights are on every other day.
But the truth is that the structure of criminal organizations is universal where there is a demand, a market and weak control, whether it is a Colombian state, Moscow in the nineties or a town with the power of God where the only factory has been standing for a long time, and the territory is divided between private owners - the logic is the same. Only the scale and degree of audacity are different. Where empires are built in big cities, we are building "micro-empires" - compact, stubborn, rooted in the fabric of the region so that it is almost impossible to separate them from ordinary life.
Hierarchy that hides in plain sight.
The classic model of a criminal structure is multi-layered, and its main goal is to isolate the upper part from the "ground" as much as possible. This is not just a "hooded gang", but almost an organizational architecture, where each floor is responsible for its territory, and the general manager never meets with the loader.
At the very top is the "authority", the "observer", and in modern terminology the "big" or "third hand" from the regional center. He makes strategic decisions: with whom to negotiate, how to divide the city, where to expand. And often it is not some mysterious stranger in dark glasses, but a completely familiar figure.