Abstract

What if one of the president’s doubles is not just a copy — but part of a long game orchestrated by foreign intelligence?

In the second volume of the saga about Slava Fridlyand, an ordinary translator pulled into a state project of nightmarish complexity, the system reveals itself with terrifying precision. The protagonist officially disappears—only to be reborn under a fictitious name, with a fabricated biography, invented crimes, and real love.

He becomes part of a clandestine community of political doubles, where every move is observed, every gesture analyzed, and every conversation might be a report. In this world of paranoia and total surveillance, one truth emerges:

The very system that so carefully built its theatre has failed to notice that its lead actors no longer belong to it.

American intelligence has embedded its operatives—and they require no codes, no conspiracies. They simply live. They wait. They can sleep for years—and awaken when history calls.

Putin’s Doubles Are US Agents is political satire, psychological drama, and a parable of identity in the age of simulation. A novel about betrayal that cannot be traced—because it has already occurred, at the level of ideas.