Svoboda Blues

I wake up with the sunrise. I have a slight headache, but that’s expected at this altitude. I almost welcome it. It hides my nervousness. I get out o...

Sometimes, I get this feeling, this itch at the back of my consciousness. This hushed voice whispers, "The good times are over, matey". I can't help ...

"Hey, boss. We are here." I open my eyes and find myself in the back seat of my father's limousine. I see his driver."Do you know the difference between Stalin and Hitler?" he asks me."All right, Olegych, tell me.""Moustache styling." He bursts into laughter. I smile. Olegych has been with us for mo

It's the first week of proper spring in Moscow. I find myself daydreaming, admiring the sunshine in my office's window. I am 20, blond, longhaired, tall and thin, wearing a custom-tailored grey suit with a salmon pink shirt. Next to me is our press secretary Damon, in his cheap suit, rocking a goate