Right now it's just that
the season is different.
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There haven't been any new videos on
my channel for a very long time. But where am I supposed to record them? People keep bursting into our
office all the time, wearing black
caps, and taking absolutely all the cameras,
lights, sound equipment, computers—everything.
There's nowhere to record, so today I'm in
the Maryino district of Moscow. Behind me is the building where
my only piece of property is located—
my apartment. In a minute I'll go up to my apartment
and record the video there.
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So, here I am at home in my apartment, and it seems like
I could start recording, but actually
it's not entirely safe here either.
Look, this is an order
from the Moscow prosecutor. His name is Denis Popov.
You can go to the website
and see him there: a magnificent, handsome man in
a white uniform jacket with gold epaulettes. He was
personally appointed by Putin. He's a favorite
of Prosecutor General Yury Chaika.
Yury Chaika introduced Denis Popov, saying: "I am sure that in
his new post, the skills and experience he has gained
will help him organize full-fledged
cooperation with government authorities,
law enforcement agencies, for
strengthening legality and public order, and
for the prompt resolution of all
the tasks facing the prosecutor's office."
He is one of the top figures
in the country's prosecutorial system—a very
powerful man. And this
powerful man says that I and
other opposition activists organized
rallies, and that through those rallies we caused damage
worth many, many millions of rubles,
so we have to pay. And until we do,
the apartments of various people, including mine,
are supposed to be seized.
Just imagine: we start recording,
and then Denis Popov himself bursts in here in
his white uniform jacket. That would be pretty strange. What
to do—I have no idea.
In spy movies, in war movies, they always
say that the safest place
is to sneak into the enemy's lair and
do something there while hiding out.
It would actually be pretty cool
if some unknown force
transported us into the apartment of this great
and powerful prosecutor, Denis
Popov. He's worked in this
system for many years; his home is surely protected, and
we could really make
great videos there. But how could we get there?
Probably only with magic. Don't
laugh at me—let's try. I just want
to be in the prosecutor's apartment.
I want to be in the prosecutor's apartment, I want
to be in the prosecutor's apartment. It worked.
Can you believe it? It fucking worked.
People really do tell the truth when they say that if
you want something badly enough, it
will definitely happen. And we really have ended up
in the apartment of the Moscow city prosecutor,
Denis Popov. And yes, there he is
on the TV right here.
"My appointment to the position of Moscow prosecutor
is, without a doubt, a very
important stage in my work..." That's his
speech at the Moscow City Duma
when he was appointed city prosecutor
of Moscow on the recommendation of the Prosecutor General
of Russia.
And on another channel, of course, there's the Moscow prosecutor's
favorite show:
the police beat people at peaceful
protests, and then those same people are jailed for
having been beaten, and the indictments
against all those people are then
approved by our prosecutor.
So, basically, all that's left for us
is to stand up, open these blinds, and figure out
where we are.
Personally, I'm betting on Izmailovo. A long time ago
our prosecutor used to be the prosecutor
of Izmailovo, so maybe this is his
Izmailovo apartment. What else could it be?
We open it—and speaking very quietly—we're in
Dagestan, of course. A long time ago
he must have bought himself an apartment by the sea. Right now we're
trying not to make noise, barely speaking at all.
There are lowered Priora cars (a popular Lada model in the North Caucasus) and people on their way to
Khabib (Khabib Nurmagomedov, the Dagestani MMA fighter).
A map—look, we have a map on the balcony
that will let us figure everything out for sure.
Amazing things: this map doesn't show
Makhachkala.
And then, quite unexpectedly, it turns out to be
Montenegro. I'm sure the question hanging in the air is
why I'm whispering on the balcony. What kind of
trick is this? Who are we hiding from?
I'll explain: we're hiding from Moscow's chief
prosecutor, Popov, because
we are in a room at a Montenegrin
hotel that belongs to his family
and which he hides from the citizens of Russia. But
we found it anyway. We just didn't want
him to find out ahead of time.
See for yourself: here's our balcony, and right here,
literally 3 meters away on the neighboring one, sat
the manager of this hotel, a Russian
woman named Alla. She is the Popov family's best friend.
She was sitting on the balcony watching
a TV series on her laptop at the exact moment
when we were recording all this. Let's take a better
look around here. We are flying over the Bay of Kotor
ahead is a small tourist
village, Marine.
The hotel we were just in
is up ahead. Its area is more than 1,000 square
meters.
Naturally, the main thing here is not, of course,
the rooms.
It is simply priceless, but the house itself can be
valued at 1.5 million euros. The company
Manti Biser, which owns all of this,
was founded by Prosecutor Popov's wife,
Irina, in 2009. At that time she was still
his legal wife, which means that by law
this was marital joint property.
First they bought the land, then they started
building a new house. The apartment was put up for
sale, but it didn't work out—no one wanted
to become neighbors
of Russian prosecutors. Probably for the best.
Now they are rented out, and any of us
can stay there
as a foreign guest of the Moscow prosecutor.
The fight against corruption is
well, a broad range of issues addressed
not only by the prosecutor's office, but also by
the executive branch and all branches of government
that we have. I would also say that
society should not stand aside either.
In the kitchen there's a refrigerator, and inside it there's sausage
that
someone made, and let's say, some booze too.
Of course, it would be tempting to take a sip from Gharlane, but I
won't do that. We are in one of the
apartments in an eight-unit building that
is located right on the seashore.
Right now, you can go on Booking
and rent one of these apartments for
a relatively modest amount of money, come
here, and see these wonderful
amazing little elephants. I hope the prosecutor himself
picked them out. Come on, let me show you
the next room. There's a bedroom there,
and the view from it is absolutely
stunning.
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decorative grounds for his resignation
[applause]
helping to have someone recognized as a foreign agent
for now, and you don't even have time—this bastard
the dress was not declared, essentially.
in Mostiske, on the mountain, a platform, and then
Prosecutor Popov never declared his Montenegrin assets.
The land is registered
to a company.
The company is registered to his wife, now
his ex-wife as of recently. And this company now has
a share owned by an offshore entity in the British Virgin
Islands, and most likely that is the share
belonging to the prosecutor, just carefully hidden.
The main thing we understand is that this whole
Montenegro story is not just
an investment—though it's funny to talk about
the foreign investments of a man who
earns a salary of 60,000 rubles a month (about €650 / $700). This is
a full-fledged part of his family's life.
They all vacation here, and his children
happily swim here. If you want proof,
let's look at the photos: on the left are
photos from social media,
and on the right, our undercover footage. Everything is
quite unambiguous. As for
photos of Prosecutor Denis Popov himself
in Montenegro, we managed to find this one.
Remember the social network
Odnoklassniki (a Russian classmates-based social network)? That's where we got it from. And when
we conduct investigations, unfortunately
we are forced to study photos like this
literally for hours, and we looked at this one
for a very long time too. Where do you think it
led us?
You can't see much in the photo.
The prosecutor is squatting on some kind of
mountain, and behind him you can see a beautiful lake.
Well, that's all we had. Plus
the understanding that the matter probably didn't end
with just a hotel by the sea, so we had to keep looking. Well,
we had some success, though only partial. The season is different,
the water level in the lake is a bit
lower, but this is definitely the same
lake and the exact same spot from which
our prosecutor had his photo taken.
We had to spend a lot of time
to find this exact place, and I really want
to say now: but at least by doing that
we discovered another
hotel belonging to him. Unfortunately, no—
it turned out to be a dead end. There is no
hotel here. It's just genuinely
a really great lake. It's called Piva Lake.
Piva—and every Russian person comes
here to take a picture next to
Lake Piva. But there is a hotel, just in
another place.
By the sea, or
or maybe there is
something else.
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or bananas
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Porsche
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We've been driving for a very long time. In fact, one of the
things that never stops being surprising
when we go out filming
the properties of crooked government
officials
is that you really do have to spend hours driving around
European countries. We were down below,
near the Bay of Kotor, and now we've been driving
for many hours into the mountains. It feels like
we're investigating not the activities
of the damn Moscow prosecutor, whose
salary is 60,000 rubles a month (about €650 / $700), but of some
latifundist oligarch who has invested
money literally all across
Europe. And, well, that's exactly what it is: the Moscow prosecutor
is simultaneously an oligarch
and a latifundist. He is running his
business. He puts people in prison, he puts people in prison.
Look at his holdings.
Let's pay attention—Georgy, email, Putin...
Putin in this kind of... hmm.
It is quite possible that this place will host
a gathering organized in support of Putin. Come on, here
it is, this hotel—it's a ski resort.
A residential complex—an investment project that
our wonderful prosecutor is building in
the city of Moscow.
Construction is clearly in an active phase.
People are walking around, guys are moving about, cars
keep pulling up. We stood here for a while,
and construction materials were being delivered constantly.
So this is how it works—an investment
project in Montenegro.
And people in Moscow have to be jailed so that
they don’t interfere with his carrying out these
projects. And these aren’t just houses on a mountain.
There’s a ski resort nearby, and
they’re building a road here right now.
So from the standpoint of a
long-term investment,
our wonderful prosecutor apparently made
the right decision. There will be a road here,
a ski resort, and all these little houses
will be full of people, each of whom
will be paying in, and that will
generate exactly that
little stash of foreign capital for the man
who labels you and me foreign agents
(a Russian legal designation used to stigmatize critics). As a little extra,
the camera is already covered all over
—but let’s take the risk and keep filming.
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Dear viewer, our equipment got
pretty soaked. And the drop didn’t just land on
the glass—it’s running down it. I’d say this is
nature itself crying as it watches
Russian money being invested
here. Just look for yourselves—the construction
is in full swing. They’re putting up three impressive chalets, about 250 square meters each,
each. We’re at an elevation of roughly
1,500 meters (about 4,900 feet) above sea level.
This is a protected area. In winter there’s snow here and
plenty of room for winter sports.
The nearest ski lift is only a few hundred
meters away—very convenient. The land belongs
to the same company as
the seaside hotel—that is, to Irina Popova
and an offshore company. But there is much
more land here: the entire surrounding area, almost
a hectare (about 10,000 square meters), belongs to our company. The plans
for this place were simply grand. There was supposed
to be a full-scale hotel and
a spa complex, but then the crisis hit and
the prosecutor’s business stalled. In 2012,
they even tried to sell them
unfinished for €700,000 to €800,000 each,
but it didn’t work out. Now construction
is underway again. Apparently our hero did manage
to find a spare moment and, between meetings about
how to declare FBK (the Anti-Corruption Foundation) a foreign
agent, he made some new decisions
about the fate of his Montenegrin resort
project. Of course, they are crooks and thieves
—absolutely vile, cynical people—but at
the same time,
really,
either half the prosecutor’s office knew that he had
property in Montenegro, or
they were writing to FBK about it. We started checking it,
and discovered that yes, it was all true. So now we’re
at the part of our story
called: “The family of the brazen
prosecutor built up elite real estate all across Montenegro
worth many millions
of dollars.” And really, at this point you’d
like to put a period here, because where else
could this possibly go? But then we found a photo with
a monkey. Remember why I was whispering while sitting
on the balcony of the seaside hotel? Because
in the next room at the time there was
the female manager—she’s a friend of the family
of our prosecutor Denis Popov—and in her
social media we found a large
number of photos of them together.
But the interesting thing was that most
of them were taken not here in
Montenegro, but in Spain. So we decided
we needed to look into Spain.
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Hi everyone, this is Georgy Alburov, and I’m in
Spain. I was sent here to find out whether our beloved
prosecutor has any real estate here.
They gave me a photo with
a monkey and a kind word to take with me. Well, probably
that’s not much to go on, but fortunately
I got help from one young
layabout.
Why are you like this? I don’t know.
How painful it is to be.
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The young layabout’s name is Yevgeny Popov.
He is the 21-year-old son of our
prosecutor, and as befits the child
of a public official whose job consists
entirely of accusing everyone
around him of being foreign agents,
this kid is sitting somewhere in a Spanish
apartment—but sitting there in a very
patriotic way, using
a Russian flag as a drape.
He’s also vaping and reflecting on life.
We start watching this video over and over again,
and despite the fact that
our eyes and ears are practically bleeding,
we still manage to notice that the young
layabout walks out of a house we had
already seen before, in the same album as
the photo with the monkey. The album is called
“Spain 2010.” This shot shows the same
house. Here’s another photo from there: the wife
of Prosecutor Popov, Irina, their daughter, and
the manager of the Montenegrin hotel
are standing in the same place. Or here’s another interesting
detail:
Prosecutor Popov’s son is dancing, and we know for sure
that he’s doing it in his own home.
We see the same painting and the same interior in
the Popov family photo albums. Now we have
not the slightest doubt that
they own real estate here, and we
simply order land registry records and extracts for
everyone with the surname Popov and Popova.
Cities, my hometowns.
Sometimes Moscow too, but here, señor...
Mr. Popov, we have found your family's townhouse
in the city of Marbella.
Here it is. Prosecutor Popov's unemployed wife, Irina,
Popova bought it in 2010 for 645
thousand euros. For another two years, while you had not yet
fully advanced—I don't know whether effectively or not—
you did not declare your family's foreign
real estate. For that, you should
be dismissed immediately. There is simply no
other option. This is what Denis Popov
risked his prosecutorial career for.
A beautiful 225-square-meter townhouse (about 2,420 sq ft), just
200 meters (about 220 yards) from the sea, in a great residential
complex with four-story buildings featuring
terraces and balconies, and in the middle
a swimming pool, ponds, and a garden. Truly
beautiful, no question about it. Yes, as an investment
for old age, not the worst choice. Now a place like this
costs around 1 million euros, well,
at least. Here are the listings—
look for yourselves: 850 thousand euros for a much
more modest home. That's the kind of
prosecutor's case you have now seen with your own eyes.
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Just now, my friend and I spent
half an hour throwing stones
to knock our drone down from this palm tree.
Look how high up it is here...
Our hero who got it stuck
in the palm tree managed to throw a stone 12
meters (about 39 feet) up—or thereabouts. Before that,
we threw a whole pile of stones. And finally,
we knocked it down. I have a personal question for
everyone watching this video.
Just look.
In 2010, Prosecutor Popov was serving
as the inter-district prosecutor of Izmailovo, and
a little later that same year he became
prosecutor of Moscow's Central District.
His salary that year was 60,000 rubles a
month. At around the same time, and for roughly
the same money, I got a job at the Anti-Corruption Foundation
with Navalny.
Years passed, the prosecutor remained in
public service,
and with roughly the same level of income
he acquired a wonderful, enormous
townhouse in Marbella,
while I continue to live in a rented apartment. He
couldn't even find any kind of
real estate or property of mine
to seize under his 2.3 million-ruble claim
(about 2.3 million rubles).
which he filed against me for organizing
a rally. And in fact, it was over this phrase
that he wants to recover
2.3 million rubles from me:
"Come to the rally in the city center on August 3.
"
Here's the Facebook group, right there in the description,
with a link to it as well.
But listen, if for that you want to recover
2.3 million rubles from me,
then I believe you should immediately
head off to Montenegro and Spain
for that huge undeclared
townhouse, and for the Rublyovka property (an elite area outside Moscow) that we are about to
show now.
In fact, there is one thing
I would very much like
to see arrested.
Arrested, yes. Dear crook
and thief Denis Popov, there is one thing worth
arresting: Georgy's collection of Hawaiian
shirts, and I want them to be
seized.
A ban should be imposed on Georgy so that he
never wears them again, because whenever we
go somewhere, we try to be
less noticeable—I wear a cap and glasses, while
Georgy walks around in a Hawaiian shirt,
drawing the attention of everyone within
a 500-meter radius (about 550 yards). A bit dreary,
I understand: no sea, no palm tree, no
Mediterranean scenery nearby—what can you do?
Such are the harsh realities of Prosecutor
Popov's work. You can't sit in Marbella all
year long—Muscovites won't jail themselves.
So sometimes you have to work in
harsh conditions too.
On Rublyovo-Uspenskoye Highway, we fly up to
the country house that Prosecutor Denis Popov
conceals just as carefully as his
foreign assets. Oh, look at this lovely
little Mediterranean touch here—
a rooftop pool.
Let's inspect the estate. We see
the main house: 660 square meters (about 7,100 sq ft), four stories tall.
Behind it there is something like a gazebo with
columns.
And of course the second house is impressive too—
380 square meters (about 4,090 sq ft), with a full underground floor and
a rooftop pool. Why be shy?
Let's take a closer look—
let's walk around the grounds. Everything is very
neat and well maintained. Construction began
relatively recently and was completed in 2014.
And do you know who the official owner of this
far from modest Rublyovka dacha (country house) is?
Prosecutor Popov's mother, Lyudmila Mikhailovna. She is
79 years old. And when it's registered in the mother's name,
there is no need to declare it, and no one
will ask where the money came from. Very convenient.
So now it is completely obvious to us that
Prosecutor Denis Popov loves registering everything
in other people's names. It's
just like a Soviet classic—remember
the film *Beware of the Car*?
"Registered in my wife's name, of course—nothing is in your name,
and that may come in handy." It's the same with
our prosecutor Denis Popov: he registers everything
to relatives—his mother, his wife, his
ex-wife.
The car he drove in 2010
was registered to his personal driver.
the phone, but overall it is registered to that very same
manager of the Montenegrin hotel
the one I was whispering about, remember?
the car he drives—in 2015,
already several years after
their supposed divorce—it belongs to his ex-
wife.
But Popov drives it, and the parking fees
are paid by Popov from his mobile phone.
And speaking of the ex-wife
of our prosecutor, we discover yet another
very strange and unusual asset.
Why unusual? Think about it: a woman
with two children lives permanently in
Marbella, Spain,
but at the same time she apparently really needs
a fishing resort in Astrakhan. Getting there
is harder than getting to Marbella,
but nevertheless, here we are:
Astrakhan Region, 200 kilometers (124 miles)
from Astrakhan, 180 kilometers (112 miles) from
Volgograd—a whole fishing resort, and also
a leisure complex on the riverbank. There are lots of
cottages and cabins here, plus a hotel,
a restaurant, a tennis court,
a swimming pool—all of it on 1.5 hectares
of land.
And of course, it has everything needed
for year-round fishing. The owner
of this estate
—it is literally called the Nikolskaya Estate—
is Irina Popova,
the prosecutor’s ex-wife from Marbella. As in
the case of Montenegro,
any of you can stay here, and for
2,000 rubles, the cabin is yours.
After that, it’s a real paradise for any fisherman.
Let’s just look at the photos right
on the resort’s website: you can fish in summer
and in winter too—wow, what fish. And here’s another one—
oh, and who’s that? Why, it’s our prosecutor
Popov.
Let’s fly once more over beautiful autumn
Russia and remember one important fact:
at exactly the same time as we were filming
all this, news came out that
Moscow prosecutor Popov had conducted a review of
our own investigation into the head of
United Russia in the capital, Metelsky.
Remember, we found several
hotels in Austria linked to Metelsky, and now the prosecutor
officially declares
that there were no violations.
Now you understand better why. How
could he possibly object to hotels in
Austria bought with corrupt
money if he himself used corrupt
money to build a hotel in Montenegro?
That is how the entire power vertical is built: Popov
has no complaints about Metelsky,
Prosecutor General Chaika has no complaints about
his subordinate Popov, because in
Chaika’s own family we found
real estate in Switzerland and Greece. The head
of the Investigative Committee, Bastrykin, will never
ask about the origin of the money of either
Chaika or Popov, because FBK published
documents showing that Bastrykin himself had
real estate and a residence permit in the Czech Republic.
And above all of them is Putin, who
is very pleased with all his subordinates,
because when everyone around you is compromised, it becomes
much easier to steal the biggest
chunks for yourself.
Everything is very clear and specific. We came out
of my apartment and came back down here
into the courtyard, and here I want to ask you for
help, because they have television,
and through that television they
brainwash the whole country, saying
that in the so-called Moscow Case (the prosecutions over Moscow protest actions), people are being imprisoned for
taking part in rallies, and that this is right, that they are
rightly being jailed by prosecutor Denis Popov,
who is supposedly an honest man with
a badge for honest prosecutorial
service. And they say that
we are foreign agents, and they
say that the endless
searches of our offices
are all proper and justified, and a huge
number of people believe it.
But through you, all these people must learn
that this Denis Popov is, excuse me, simply
a bastard who has two hotels in
Montenegro, a townhouse in Spain, a gigantic
estate on Rublyovka (an elite, wealthy area outside Moscow), an entire fishing
resort on the banks of the Volga. He bought all of it with
obviously corrupt money. He hid all of it,
he uses all of it, and then he
goes around saying that we are the foreign
agents. And it was Putin who appointed this Popov, and
Putin is responsible for all of this.
And just watch: if some brave
journalist is found who asks him,
“Where did Denis Popov get his property from?”
Putin, at his press conference, will
mumble just as he mumbled when he
was asked about Prosecutor General Chaika after
our investigation into Chaika’s business empire.
“As for Chaika, as for…”
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say something good about us on your
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Support
these people, and ask everyone to compare, on
the one hand, the people being jailed, and on the other, the man jailing them, with
his hotels bought with stolen money.
property on the other side.
Ordinary, honest people—I am sure that,
no matter what political views
a person may hold—this comparison
between thieves and crooks on one side
hypocrites with foreign property, and
ordinary honest people who simply
took part in peaceful rallies—this
comparison will always favor the good
and go against the bad.
Subscribe to our channel—this is where
the truth is told. Oh, I completely forgot—we
are now “foreign agents” and are required to label all
of our content, including videos,
with the words “foreign agent.” We
will do it if Putin wants it
so badly, but we will put this “foreign agent” label
on the forehead of the official
who actually is
a foreign agent. And this time,
the wonderful stamp goes on the forehead of Denis
Popov.
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There you go.
