We know how to have fun at the NKVD headquarters in Leningraden 1938. Volleyball games under the chandeliers of a once imperial building, Soviet song and dance competitions, joyous tortures of "counter-
revolutionaries
"
,
"
spies
"
and
other
"
agents from abroad
”
.
The finest guess that this machine of Terror is a Moloch.
And they know that, overnight, for reasons that Stalin alone must know, an executioner can become a victim and end up shot in the court, however zealous an agent he may have been (on this subject, review Nikita's unsurpassable
Deceptive
Sun
Mikhalkov).
Brave political cop without heart and without reproach, Captain Volkonogov realizes just in time that his turn has come and flees a few minutes before being arrested.
To escape the hunt led by his former commander who, in case of failure, will of course be executed, he mixes with vagrants and homeless people.
This is where he has a Bulgakovian revelation: an old friend of his executed for being his…
This article is for subscribers only.
You have 56% left to discover.
Want to read more?
Unlock all items immediately.
Without engagement.
TEST FOR €0.99
Already subscribed?
Login
