"Chronicle of the Crack" - When the mentor's breath stops, the giant ship of revolution sails towards the darkness of the Iron Curtain
The harsh winter in Moscow was stingy with the sunshine, and thick lead clouds covered the golden dome of the Kremlin like a shroud. In January 1924, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin was struggling on the hospital bed in Gork Manor, the fire of life swaying in the cold wind. And a storm of power, colder than the Siberian frozen soil, has silently gathered next to his decaying body, and it is cold enough to freeze the blood of the newly born Soviet Union.
With every difficult breath of the mentor, the will that penetrated the back of the paper turned into hot phosphorus fire, passed in Nadezhda Krupskaya's trembling hands, and became the sharpest fragment to tear the Bolshevik heart. Lev Trotsky, the "prophet" of the revolution, smelled the death cobweb spun by Stalin - "Koba" - in the false warmth of Sochi palms; Nikolay Bukharin, the trapped beast of idealism, felt the tremor of Stalin's iron plow grinding through the fields in the labyrinth of theory; Grigory Zinoviev and Lev Kamenev, the former "Troika", sank in the quagmire of betrayal and fear. All the souls who had ignited the October Fire side by side were drawn into this huge whirlpool composed of loyalty, calculation and naked lust for power.
