The Emperor (formerly Slava Fridlyand)
My son and I were preparing the briefing for the fourth day of the war. He still hasn’t guessed he’s helping his own father. Why reveal it? For now it’s enough that we’re together. Some truths are safer left untouched before their time. By day I led a class at the Right-Wing Courses on railways: signaling, centralization, blocking. Years on the Leningrad Children’s Railway came in handy.…
The Son
I sat before the camera not knowing the man beside me resembled me so closely. I spoke of the failed assaults on cities and of a column of armored personnel carriers that engaged a monument in battle. You can’t jail a monument, but you can fight one. Then I connected the guest.
John (the barber)
I chose a trade that is quiet, inconspicuous, yet ideal for those who want to hear more than they speak. Soon I’ll open my own business and receive couriers under the pretense of giving haircuts. The embassy resident leaves tomorrow.