My name is Obolensky, I was born in 1900 and died in 1994.
I lived through all 74 years of the Soviet Union.
When I was 17 years old, I stood on the barricade of the Winter Palace, thinking that I was fighting for justice for all mankind.
When I was 37 years old, I knelt in front of the toilet and vomited because I had just personally sent my comrades into the basement of Lubyanka.
When I was 45 years old, I stood on the ruins of Berlin and watched soldiers loading tons of gold bars into my special car.
When I was 72 years old, I sat in my study in Moscow and burned 47 diaries page by page to ashes.
Everyone thought I was loyal.
Everyone thought I was clean.
Everyone thinks - I have a clear conscience in this life.
Only I know that I betrayed Lenin, betrayed Stalin, betrayed the Red Army, betrayed the motherland, betrayed my wife, betrayed my son, and finally betrayed myself.
The only thing I'm loyal to is greed.
When the red flag lowered from the Kremlin in 1991, I had spent 74 years turning the Red Flag medal on a young boy's chest into a stack of numbers on a Swiss bank passbook.
And the end of greed is a white nothingness.
This book is the memoirs of a traitor.
