Sex in the Soviet Union (2025)

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So, I gather from your book...

That normal,

common words like...

f*ck, c*ck, p*ssy,

masturbate, orgasm.

These words don't

exist, Soviets say only:

"It."

Many factors lead

to the fact that...

In the Soviet

Union, normal sex...

As in the West doesn't exist.

This is tied to the

totalitarian system.

Which impacts all

areas of human life.

If you want to understand

the Soviet Union...

The best way to do so...

Is to understand

Soviet sexuality.

"We will destroy this world

of violence to the foundation."

My name is Dr. Michael Stern.

I was conceived the night

of the October Revolution...

Which unleashed repressed desires

for political, social and sexual freedom.

People were drunk on possibility

and launched a series of rash...

Radical, utopian reforms.

The Bolshevik criminal code

was the best in the whole Europe.

They reformed everything.

The priority for women

workers now is to...

Cast off the burden

of raising their children.

Help the Communist Party...

To build a new shining life!

The Bolsheviks claimed sex

should be treated as casually...

As drinking a glass of water.

Artists explored sexual themes.

And museums displayed erotic

photographs for the first time.

The intelligentsia

threw off their clothes...

along with centuries of

repression and shame.

Naked calisthenics was popular as

people rejoiced in their newfound skin.

A nude beach appeared

just steps from the Kremlin.

Students hand published

pornographic magazines.

Authorities drew up plans

for public sex booths...

And orgies and free

love leagues proliferated.

Same-sex relationships

were decriminalized.

They said, "Okay, no

problem, we decriminalize it."

Why the Bolsheviks did it?

They decided that they

will conquer Europe...

With these new ideas.

At that time, everything

was communal.

A girl couldn't refuse sex.

A man has desires...

No one asked about

the woman's desires.

He needed sex,

he got it. Period.

Because everything

was belonging...

To "the People."

So the female genitals...

Were considered to

be private property...

If a woman said "no."

There are so many

heartbreaking stories of women...

Who were just broken...

By this revolutionary

experiment of the 20s.

When the Soviets came...

They took over and lived well.

They had everything and

we didn't even have bread.

Lenin's social experiment

began to collapse.

Pervasive sex in filthy conditions

led to widespread sickness.

Venereal disease was so common

among civilians and the military...

That the Red Army created

an entire syphilitic platoon.

Meanwhile, Soviet society was breeding a

dangerous generation of homeless orphans.

The destruction of social

and sexual norms, religion...

And the family led not to

utopia, But to savage brutishness.

The pendulum of sexual

freedom had to swing back.

If it didn't, it had to

be pulled back forcibly.

Then Stalin appeared.

A totally different personality.

Of the worst possible type.

Stalin was cruel.

When his daughter

Sveta was six years old...

He said: "Take off this

skirt! Put my shirt on her!"

"The girl's body

should be all covered!"

Stalin was very

cruel with his Nadya.

He made her his

lover against her will.

By the way, I think she

wasn't even 16 years old yet.

He dehumanized her,

he crossed her out.

He even beat her.

She committed suicide.

She shot herself.

I'm convinced 100%

that he was sexually sick.

I think it's connected

with his own problems.

That he became impotent early.

His aura, his energy...

It then spread throughout

the entire Soviet Union.

Naturally! Society

follows the leader.

The authorities quickly

understood that...

In sex, a person

must be themselves.

And should feel free.

But in the

totalitarian system...

Where sex is an

enemy of the ideology...

Everything is

done in order to...

De-eroticize sex.

"Have you read Marx?"

"Yes."

"And how was it?"

"Very interesting."

Stalin produced

all Soviet cinema...

Because film builds the person.

And it coincided with

Bolshevik ideology.

The construction of a new life.

What qualities should

a Communist have?

Chastity.

Why chastity?

The bourgeoisie perverted sex...

Because of the power of money.

Now capitalism is gone...

These feelings

regained their purity.

You really don't get it?

The idea was to train

young men and women...

For the army.

All these men and

women parading in shorts.

Exposing their bodies.

At the same time,

they shut down...

The whole topic of sexuality.

What an interesting

book I have here!

Everyone will be jealous.

And here's the most

important chapter.

"Never show intimate

relations to anyone anywhere."

Art depicting nudity was

censored throughout the empire.

The monumental statue, Girl

with an Oar, was destroyed.

Recently celebrated

photographers and artists...

Were sent to the Gulag as their

work was reclassified as p*rn*graphy.

The opera Lady Macbeth

was banned for 30 years...

Because a musical movement

reminded Stalin of sex on a squeaky bed.

h*m*, adultery,

ab*rtion, premarital sex...

And even masturbation

were criminalized.

And divorce became

extremely difficult.

Soviet women were required to dress

modestly, men to remain monogamous.

And housewives were warned

against preparing spicy meals.

Which could lead to

unwanted sexual arousal.

Sex education was

banned from school.

And on Stalin's orders kissing

was scrubbed from cinema.

The word sex itself vanished

from the encyclopedia.

Today I took out the

encyclopedia and looked up sex.

It just says "gender."

We didn't use this word.

It was considered a swear word.

We didn't even talk

about it among friends.

We didn't even

have words for it.

I didn't know what sex was.

There was love, or

something like that.

No need to call for Love...

It will appear uninvited...

And then spread joy all around.

"You will arrive one day..."

"Tenderly desired..."

"My truest friend."

"Happy New Year."

Everyone's watching,

you should be ashamed!

We were simply ashamed.

Neither mom nor dad had any

conversations with me about it.

Nothing was taught at school.

Everything you heard

you picked up on the street.

Everything from the

knees to the throat...

It doesn't exist.

Especially the female body.

There was no sex.

Sex, Bye, It's

Western, it's dirty.

It's only reproduction, there

is no sex, only reproduction.

I got married and got

my first experience.

Inexperienced first experience.

I lived with my husband

for several years.

I never undressed

completely in front of him.

I felt ashamed he might see me.

Every pleasure a

person can feel...

They tried to minimize

as much as possible.

It was useful for them

to make sex a taboo.

Because then they

could use it as a tool.

My first kiss?

That was my first kiss,

when he kissed me.

Hrysha, my husband.

What do you want?

I married at 17.

Who else could I have kissed?

Where could I have gone?

But his kissing was awful.

Some guys are good at kissing...

But he licked my whole face.

I had to run home to

wash it was so sticky.

Because there was no

place also where to have sex.

Because we all were

living with our parents.

So, many guys and girls... They

were getting married at 18, 19...

Because they just

wanted to have sex.

I wanted to say another word.

And then they were

getting married...

Just to be able to f*ck.

In our times, if

a guy likes a girl,

If he falls in love with

her. He can possess her...

Only by marrying

her! No other way!

Otherwise he won't

have her. Absolutely.

Such were the rules, that

a girl should get married...

She must be a

virgin without fail.

Everyone was very

proud that she was a virgin.

He's her first. There were even

such traditions at weddings...

The groom's mother would lead

the newlyweds to the bedroom.

She would wait to see how

the first intercourse went.

And if blood dripped

on the sheet...

Then they would parade around

this sheet. He took an honest bride.

And if not, they would

say all sorts of nasty things.

You're cursed.

If we knew... that she

was like this, like that...

This woman was condemned.

We had a military doctor.

A surgeon.

We brought those girls who needed to get

married, who wanted to be virgins again.

For a certain fee he would sew

back what remained of the hymen.

And she became a virgin anew.

During sex...

Everything was

the same. It hurt her.

Blood flowed. And

the man felt tension.

A thrust, a rip and that's it.

It's the parents who go.

They drag their daughter to the

doctor. And ask like this and that.

And ask him to do such and such.

For cash they fix it

so she is honest again.

Let the husband try

to prove she's impure!

And afterwards he

would bring out the sheet.

And show everyone the

blood stains on the sheet.

That yes, he took

an honest wife.

In a family, a woman

had no right to say "no."

There was no "Sorry,

Dear, I have a headache."

That's not heard.

She's there that's it.

There was no such

thing as foreplay.

Here's the woman.

You go.

Many women didn't like it

because with no foreplay...

It's a rather painful act.

It's not always orgasm, but...

It's superiority.

You as a man enforce

your superiority on a woman.

Penetrate her forcefully. You

know if you do it with force...

Apply your brutal

power like a man...

You know you just take her.

What kind of sex are

you talking about...

When five families

lived in our apartment?

19 people.

It's called a "communalka."

Where can you have sex?

Russia is a huge country.

The biggest country in the world.

But actually their private

space is always tiny.

It's crazy.

Communalkas

were very interesting.

It was a ruse they thought up...

To use the huge

mansions of the rich...

That were originally

8 room homes.

The communists put

one family in each room.

Come on in...

Take a look how we live...

Three families. I

have two children.

A neighbor lives here.

She just left.

We don't know how

to divide the room.

Where to put her crib.

When I was pregnant

with my second child...

I asked for another

room. They refused.

They answered:

"The more the merrier."

It's impossible to live

like this. Impossible.

They blame us for everything.

I don't say it's perfectly tidy...

But a dormitory is dormitory.

And a lot of people live here.

I can't bring someone to visit. I'm just

ashamed that I live in such conditions.

There weren't even

doors in these rooms.

It was just an open space.

Up to 30-40 people

lived in these places.

And from this

group around 10%...

Worked for the KGB,

controlling the masses.

A lot of people who told

their thoughts in the kitchen...

And the next day they'd

be arrested and shot.

Millions of people.

After Stalin's death in 1953...

Nikita Khrushchev

became premier...

And started to open society.

One of the most extraordinary

signs of this thaw...

Was the World

Youth Festival of 1957.

34 thousand delegates

from 131 countries...

Came to Moscow with

the desire for peace...

And friendship.

Billed as the largest

festival in history.

For two full weeks delighted

crowds frolicked across the capital.

It was the first time many

Soviets had ever met a foreigner.

But what was intended as propaganda for

international friendship had unexpected results.

Tipped off by

concerned parents...

The authorities assembled

nighttime raids on parks and fields.

What they found was described

as an epic international orgy.

The foreigners

were escorted home.

But the Soviet girls were punished

by having half their heads shaved.

The next year,

hundreds of mixed race...

So-called festival

babies were born.

I was at that exact festival.

And our girls...

Decided to sleep with the ns.

A once-in-a-lifetime chance.

She saw a n...

And she was ready for anything.

So many little black

babies were born.

Everybody wanted one.

The forbidden fruit is sweetest.

It was an incredible trip.

Some great ego trip.

Not following the

rules of the officialdom.

If they say "no sex

before marriage."

You just go and

you, sorry, f*ck...

Everybody in sight.

And you protest. It's

not only dissidents...

But you did it in your way.

Just breaking the laws,

break the regulations...

Of the Communist Party.

And you felt sort of

double ingratiated.

First of all, you

had this woman.

Secondly, you f*cked,

sorry, The Communist Party.

The soul of the Soviet Union...

If you want one word:

Hypocrisy.

What a person says

is not what he thinks.

What he thinks is not

what he'd like to think.

And he relates to others

not in the way that he should.

This is hypocrisy.

Sex, sex, sex. And

not just sex at home.

But the best sex

is sex on the side.

I haven't seen a

single honest man.

My husband, his

brother, another brother.

They're all skirt-chasers.

My husband Grysha.

He had Olya, Katya, Galya...

Three beautiful girls.

And he went to that

one, that one, that one.

There's no man

who doesn't cheat.

There are some women

who are honorable.

But they're a tiny percent.

The rest are wh*res.

Give her a bauble,

she's ready to go.

Your friends will f*ck her.

Cheating is "jumping

into buckwheat."

"Jump into buckwheat"

is to find sex on the side.

The buckwheat hides you.

It smells good when it blooms.

And it's cozy there.

But we had no

buckwheat to jump into.

You can't bring her

home because of the wife.

They only let you into

hotels with passports.

Hotels only allowed

married couples.

The scariest person

was the manager.

"Reception"

Her main and only task was...

To prevent anyone...

Entering your room. God forbid!

Several times unknown persons

were invited into the rooms.

Total unknowns.

Without even a passport.

We decided to punish them.

Revoked their right

to live in the city.

The number of times

I had sex outdoors...

Zero.

Somehow you don't

understand anything.

People could find

privacy in parks...

In shady alleys.

There were benches.

And of course, the theater.

In the back row...

You could kiss as

much as you liked.

And be pleasured by your lover.

We had sheds. Near the house.

It's possible.

There were gardens.

Also possible.

Find a toilet.

Any toilet works.

You do it standing up.

Or in a basement.

You could find a place.

This is disgusting.

We didn't have it.

Categorically I tell you.

On the stairs or under a tree...

Didn't happen.

Disgusting.

What you're asking

is just odious.

In the summer you

could drive to a quiet spot.

And enjoy yourself.

But what to do in

winter? When it's cold.

There was only one

place left - in the garage.

A lot of couples,

when they got cold...

Turned on the engine.

They didn't know

that the fumes...

Could make them

fall asleep such that...

They would never wake up.

Everyone always said...

There are no brothels

in the Soviet Union.

We don't need brothels.

We have sanitoriums.

The government distributed

vouchers for sanatoriums.

Usually it was

located on a sea coast.

But it wasn't easy

to take your family.

You'd need two

vouchers. Impossible!

Come on, guys...

Say goodbye to dad.

Take care back here!

It was a place of

sanctioned lechery.

Where Soviet people could relax.

When you went to sanatorium, it

was always, you know, looking for sex.

Oh, they go to the

sanatorium to look for...

To find a harem.

My roommate was a sporty sailor.

The first thing he said was...

"Remember well, if my shorts

are on this side of the balcony..."

"Do not enter!"

"If they're on the other

side, you can enter."

"And you do the same."

It's the sailor's

rule: three days...

New shift.

Sex and vodka, vodka,

sex, sex and vodka,

They only noticed the sea on

the last day and then went home.

After his fun he comes

home to his family.

But his lover is not a fool.

She gave a birth to twin girls.

She came and left

them on the doorstep.

When the door was

opened, she said:

"Here's a present

from the sanatorium."

My mom told my father:

"Look, you're with me all year."

"But I'll give you one month."

"Go wherever you want."

"But beware not

one single b*tch..."

"Comes to me and says

she slept with my husband."

I had very wise parents.

My friend went to a sanatorium.

She never had an

orgasm with her husband.

She never even knew what it was.

But at the sanitorium she

found some guys to teach her.

I had the same experience.

Just like my friend I

never have an orgasm.

It all depends on the man.

He is responsible,

not the woman.

If he's experienced and

knows what he's doing...

He can make her orgasm.

That I know how to give a blowjob

and am "Queen of the Bedroom."

None of my four

husbands ever knew.

Not the second...

Not the third.

Certainly not the fourth.

None had a clue I

could give a blowjob.

And the first one was

a total flop anyway.

What's up here?

Hi sweetie.

"I'm waiting for you.

I have time now..."

You're home? Please

honey, just wait a bit longer.

Who was that?

My lover.

My husband asked,

"Do you love me?"

I said, "Buddy, is the

word 'love' in 'husband'?"

A lover is for love.

A husband is a duty.

You mean

con-tra-cep-tion, right?

In my life, there

was none of that.

What's it called? Condoms.

Maybe smart people

had them somewhere.

But not fools like us.

We didn't understand this.

Even condoms were in shortage.

We never heard of the pills.

Pills were something that

existed only in the Western movies.

When they appeared...

So-called "Rubber Item #4."

Many were ashamed to buy them.

We told the pharmacist:

"A pack of aspirin..."

With a wink.

There were two in a

pack and very thick.

The condoms were so thick.

Three times thicker

than air balloons.

But they burst at

the critical moment.

Pregnancy was

the biggest danger.

Oh, problem number

one - not to get pregnant.

Who needs it?

Because it was

problem with apartments.

Difficulties with kindergarten.

Men have this saying:

"Giving birth is not our chore;

In and out and off for more."

It was on the women to provide.

Whoever got her

pregnant doesn't care.

It's her problem.

Most of my female

lovers they were married.

So even if she gets pregnant...

It's her problem, not mine,

Because she has a husband.

So it was safe for me to have

a sexual relationship with her.

Because using condom...

Unfortunately, it always

turned out for me that...

All the time she

was in a condition...

She got upset with me.

I couldn't control myself, so...

ab*rtion happened.

Then we made love even better.

Without protection.

And he comes inside me!

I asked him not to

get me pregnant...

"I'm not coming inside!"

And he comes inside!

And then I'm pregnant again.

But ab*rtion will happen, because

contraceptives are very expensive.

Much more than the

cost of an ab*rtion.

"So you're 17 years old..."

"How long have you

been sexually active?"

Four months.

"You're 11 weeks pregnant.

What do you want to do?"

I have no idea

how this happened.

I told her how to

d*uche with hot water.

"Mom, I want to

try something else."

I said, "No! Just

use hot water."

"So much for your

hot water, mom!"

Stalin banned ab*rtion.

In USSR ab*rtion was forbidden.

After the w*r...

Many people had been

k*lled, there were no people.

So to build the population

they forbade ab*rtion.

So more soldier-boys

would be born.

They needed to

increase the population.

They needed canon fodder.

But to get an ab*rtion,

it was a big hassle.

Then they would report it at

your place of study or work.

It was a shame for her.

Because she was

universally condemned.

You come and they write

"ab*rtion" in your medical record.

And maybe not everyone

wanted for this to be public.

So girls went for

criminal ab*rtion.

ab*rtion in Russia remains one

of the most dangerous operations.

Last year 243 women

died during its performance.

Half of those who had ab*rtion get

complications and various diseases.

Nevertheless, Russia remains one of the leaders

in the number of ab*rtion in the world.

Last year 3 million

were performed.

This is almost 10 times more

than in Western European countries.

Despite the fact that this

operation is legal in Russia,

For each legal recorded ab*rtion,

ten ill*gal ab*rtion are performed.

Catapult! Training

apparatus for pilots.

We pilots had an idea.

We had catapult simulator.

In the first trimester...

We strapped her in

and catapulted her!

The uterus stays in place,

and the embryo detaches.

In few days... presto!

The pregnancy was terminated.

Without any surgical

intervention or consequences.

We saved these girls.

For that they repaid us...

As only a girl can.

Lordy, my darlings.

People would do anything:

Drank kerosine.

Girls poked with

nails down there.

People performed

ab*rtion in their homes.

Grannies did ab*rtion.

Many young girls died from this.

Because if you tell

anyone they'll try to help.

But if they help

they go to jail.

Both jailed: You and

whoever helped you.

Girls would die before

telling who did the ab*rtion.

The first thing I

would like to say...

So no one has any illusions.

Dear viewers,

ab*rtion is baby m*rder.

It's a mortal sin.

The second thing I want to

say is that all contraceptives...

Hormonal, IUDs,

diaphragms, condoms.

And all these horrific devilish

devices shown on television...

They all lead to

ab*rtion, which is m*rder.

A 16 year old girl was

r*ped and got pregnant.

And she was given a lecture

like what we just heard.

That ab*rtion is m*rder.

And you will be a m*rder*r

if you have an ab*rtion.

So she hanged herself.

Anybody else want to comment?

ab*rtion in minors...

Is a national

catastrophe for Russia.

Because a woman who

has an ab*rtion before 21...

Can never have a baby,

according to medical data.

After the r*pe, if she

can't raise the child...

At least give birth to it.

Give the child life and

preserve your own health.

I want to ask you Father,

about these 3 million women.

Should we line them up and

sh**t them for being murderers?

Or do you want to

put them all in prison?

Allow me to ask

one more question.

When we say we need

to wage wars of liberation,

When we say the government

must maintain its sovereignty.

Isn't there a possibility of

k*lling innocent civilians?

Why aren't you protesting

against this, dear Father?

And it's time to stop placing the state's

irresponsibility towards its future...

On the powerless

shoulders of women.

Catastrophe! It

was a catastrophe.

Women had a lot of ab*rtion.

Backstreet ab*rtion

were seriously punished.

People went to jail.

I know a woman with three

kids, who died from an ab*rtion.

And the woman who helped her also

had three kids; she served seven years.

My neighbor Sanka Alyoshiha...

She was asked in the

hospital: "Who did this?"

"A grass snake bit me."

"Grass snakes don't bite,

somebody did an ab*rtion."

Someone tore her uterus and

she was bleeding everywhere.

They demanded:

"Who did this to you?"

"A snake, a snake."

"So we won't help you."

And they didn't.

So she died and got buried.

So many girls committed suicide.

Because they didn't

see another way out.

My sister came and said:

I need help; I'm pregnant.

She bribed a doctor.

Right on that table...

We put a sheet,

my sister lays down.

She sits, he opens her

womb, blood runs everywhere.

I almost fell there.

I almost fainted.

"Calm down, you

have to help me."

And she got an infection.

She was in the hospital

for a whole month.

In a huge room

with 20 other women.

Everyone died

except my sister Yulia.

I was knocked up

many times myself.

So many times.

How many times?

More than ten ab*rtion.

Every five months I

run for new ab*rtion.

I also found myself

on that operating table.

A gynecologist named Mueller.

He said: "Do you want

to avoid pregnancies?"

I said, "Of course!"

"Have sex right

away with many men."

"I'm giving you

a hint," he said.

ab*rtion were

the only available...

Means of birth control, in fact.

It was just having your body as

a battle, as a constant b*ttlefield.

Again I'm off to the hospital.

Such a handsome

young doctor was there.

He looked at me and says:

"Do you have children?"

Meanwhile, he's

scraping inside me.

"Yes, I do."

"Look, no offense,

but I'll do something..."

"So you never come back to me."

After that, no more ab*rtion.

Thank the Lord for him.

If he hadn't done that...

I'd be dead.

Tell me, what is

h*m* for you?

I was probably born this way.

Because women

never interested me.

I don't understand.

I've never hurt

anyone in my entire life.

I don't know why God

punished me like this.

In our country you don't

even control your own a*s.

In your own way.

Because everything goes

straight to the Party committee.

They try to brainwash

you in any way they can.

So you become

identical to everyone else.

To be the same as everyone. Think

like everyone, work like everyone...

And to f*ck like everyone else.

I tried to hide my orientation.

Because if God forbid

anyone found out.

You lose your humanity

and become a scapegoat.

You must be

physically eliminated.

Same-sex lovers

are nature's mistakes.

Genetic mistake, there's

nothing to be done.

They're a monstrosity

that must be destroyed.

I was thinking "What's

wrong with me?"

See? Because no, I was not g*y.

g*y? No, it's not a word

you put in your mouth.

"Ooh. Dirty. No, I'm

not g*y, I'm normal."

So complicated because

you want to survive.

Mom says: "Yura, you're

getting older, you should marry."

So I married.

But something was wrong.

I was ruining both our lives.

Thank god, my wife

understood everything.

And we agreed to divorce.

Back then, there were a

lot of places to pick up a guy.

And clubs.

All people would go to the bath.

They could spend whole day...

With all those activities.

And come back to their wives

and children in the evening.

When Maksim Gorkiy

learned his son was g*y.

He told Stalin and

Stalin added this law.

h*m* was made unlawful.

Before that it was allowed.

I know the story of

Parajanov's arrest quite well.

We were walking down the street.

He pointed to a

policeman: "See him?"

"What about him?"

"I screwed him yesterday."

He constantly broke

the frame of sexual life.

He boasted, shockingly:

"I already had all the

Politburo members."

Was he h*m*?

That's not why

they imprisoned him.

He set such an example.

That a free-thinking

man is a beautiful man.

A person you want to emulate.

They imprisoned him so he wouldn't

infect others with the virus of freedom.

Because they don't

need independent people.

A freedom-loving person

won't give them anything good.

There were called

"Enemies of the People."

But in fact they were

enemies of the system.

I understood there were some

informants among people around me.

Then one day they called

me to come to the KGB office.

There were two g*y...

Uh... two KGB persons.

The discussion

lasted for 8 hours.

If I were not a member

of Communist Party,

And my relatives were

not members of KGB.

I think I wouldn't survive.

Tell me, what is

h*m* for you?

It's a worldview

and a way of life.

Soviet men generally

humiliate women.

Or licks her boots.

Is this a relationship?

Only in a "deviant"

g*y relationship...

Is the true, sincere

merger of souls possible...

Through authentic

male tenderness.

Any human being needs...

Not only sex, but

also a soulmate.

We had a long-term relationship.

He was arrested.

When I found out...

I rushed to rescue him.

I went to the KGB office.

I said: "We're roommates."

And they arrested me as well.

"We are friends

living together."

"What's the matter?"

How I can prove anything?

They beat me for three days.

"Confess you're one of those!"

I relented. "Yeah, yeah."

At the trial was a woman judge.

She said: "You're a monstrosity

who should be destroyed."

"You do not belong

among normal people."

So my sentence was one year.

I'm nobody, a nothing.

If they repeat: "You're

a pig, a pig, a pig."

At some point you'll "oink."

I think they forged a link:

g*y, prison, r*pe, filth.

For all its anti-h*m*

propaganda...

The Soviet government

itself created conditions...

for the spread of this

so-called pathology.

By building entire cities

dedicated to one industry...

Men in factory towns

and women in textile cities.

Massive gender

imbalances were created.

Citizens craving human

connection found it where they could.

Lesbianism was particularly

common due to a lack of men...

And widespread alcoholism

among those who existed.

I spit on them,

I can't stand it.

How is this possible? A

woman lying with a woman!

Just thinking about

it makes me tremble.

Women lived with

women in Soviet times.

It just wasn't publicized.

And they joked as follows, "The

pleasure is no worse than with a man.

Plus, you won't get pregnant."

Vera and Lyuda.

They lived together

like man and wife.

Holding hands and

sleeping together.

We all wondered how they did it?

If it's a man,

then it's like this.

But what can girls do?

Poke your finger there or what?

Tell me, how? How is this?

May God protect us from evil.

This is beyond everything!

I had a task to find

some g*y women.

Well, that is the first time

we see g*y women here.

There was one writer

who played the guitar.

"Let the guards

strip search us."

"Hey, pour a glass

for the homeland."

"We girls don't mind

toasting with another shot."

"To the suffering lesbians..."

"For their first wedding night."

I tried concealing

my crime in the camp.

Statute #122.

God forbid they find out there.

They'll drag you

against your will.

Even in that society you're

not a human anymore.

I worked on a

woodworking machine.

And my hand got

caught into the gears.

They called a surgeon.

He took a look, and

asked: "What crime?"

"Oh, you're a pedarast.

No anesthesia for you then."

So I had the surgery

without anesthesia.

Nobody touches such a person.

The only way for them

is to go to the bitchboys.

They had a separate

table in the canteen.

If you sit at that table, that's

it, you're a "bitchboy" too.

Understand?

Sometimes I go

to sleep and think..

How did I manage

to survive this hell?

They think it's normal

to humiliate people.

What exactly does it mean?

You are put in a

cell with others.

"h*m*," as they say.

And they r*pe you.

What do you do if

10-20 people attack you?

I served my term in

Kharkov Camp #12.

Nightmarish memories

of it still keep me awake.

I served in the Gulag

#12 from 1974 to 1975.

Along with Dr. Stern.

Yes, we had dissidents.

These people undermined the

Soviet system, made speeches...

Pushed anti-Soviet propaganda.

Thanks to people like

Dr. Stern, we survived.

We first heard about

human rights from Dr. Stern.

He said, "It's temporary."

"This is the worst they can do."

"Don't let them

destroy your humanity."

Let me tell you an

interesting story.

I conducted experiments.

I wanted to extinguish their

traditions, education, norms.

To forget completely

their free life.

When you have a

straight jacket on...

You wanna take a

breath, but you can't.

Then a female

doctor comes and...

Stands over you while

you're on the floor.

She has no panties on, and says:

"Take a peak..."

"Before you die."

I was building their

moral character.

Our motto: "Every

officer is a tutor."

I loved my job.

Of course, 100%.

You go in normal and come

out a totally different person.

Stern was treated

worst than others.

They k*lled the

human inside him.

They handcuffed him,

put a condom on a baton.

And shoved it up his butt.

It was a signal.

If you act and

speak like Stern...

The same thing

will happen to you.

He never said exactly

that he was r*ped.

But I was keen to

know, and hinted at it.

I came to the conclusion that he

was r*ped, and over a long period.

Stern said: "When I get

out I'll write everything."

"In my memoirs."

p*rn*graphy is universal, but in

the Soviet Union it was also a weapon.

Yuri Vasilchenko was a Pravda photographer

who took nude photos of his wife after work.

When their marriage soured, she

sent the pictures to the secret police.

And he was sentenced

to five years in prison.

When he later became my patient,

he suffered from a terror of intimacy...

Having learned the hard lesson that true

privacy does not exist in the Soviet Union.

p*rn*graphy was against the law.

And this law

comprised everything...

That was related to sexuality.

It was called

"p*rn*graphy distribution."

And for this you

get a prison term.

Deaf-mutes would

go through the trains,

They sold all kinds

of picture cards,

With all sorts of erotic scenes.

Why deaf-mutes?

Because it's not

worth arresting them.

It was headache. What

you will do with him?

If you put him

into the prison...

He can't work there.

He walks by, put a deck

of cards in front of you.

You quickly put it in you

pocket before anyone sees.

And then it's a pity

to throw it away.

That sh*t was

everywhere, my God!

They saw who had a lot of

money and offered to them.

Even old farts bought them.

Usually it came from

overseas, from sailors.

Vladimir Vladimirovitch

heads Odesa customs.

Economic and ideological

contraband come together.

We will never allow such

depravity into the USSR.

Whether it's bourgeois magazines deciding to

play on anti-Soviet sensation or a tabloid...

With cheap porn that

makes the eyes ashamed.

Fighting this gave me

a certain state of mind.

It's in my blood.

If I don't confiscate

something, I feel sick.

Many hours are spent

looking through such movies.

Every single day.

In later years porn

movies appeared.

However, where do we check? Where

do we check what's on these tapes?

In the Black Sea

administration there's no VCR.

In our department

there's no VCR,

I don't have one. In the Mariupol

police department there's no VCR.

But we knew who sold videotapes.

If he's selling tapes,

he must have a VCR.

Our offer:

"Next time we catch

you, you can go free."

"But now let us watch these

three tapes on your VCR."

We photographed

incriminating scenes.

And presented

evidence to the court.

We were dependent

on the porn dealers.

We had no choice.

The police started

catching them.

But how? They

knocked on the door...

Immediately they

hid the cassette.

So the police shut off the

power to the apartment.

So you couldn't remove

the cassette from the VCR.

When I was a student in Leningrad

we opened a home video club.

Then I was charged with

"Distribution of Obscene Propaganda."

We showed the film "Emmanuelle."

That night I was arrested.

They scared me very much.

At first they told me

that I'd get 15 years.

And they started talking

to me about a bribe,

And we agreed on 1500 rubles.

I paid, but I was kicked out of

university and left St. Petersburg.

There's no work.

There's no money at

home. And what to do?

Prostitution.

No choice.

I was a part of a police

assistance squad.

The senior policeman

then tells me:

"Chase away the prostit*tes."

I say, "What prostit*tes?

We don't have prostit*tes."

It wasn't like you could

go buy a girl on the street.

I never saw or

heard of such a thing.

A dime a dozen.

prostit*tes were everywhere!

They're f*cking on every corner.

On the street, the plague!

In the parks,

everywhere, my God!

I walked down Khreshchatyk.

Started looking

carefully in this direction.

I got the feeling

everyone was a prost*tute.

You're walking

down the street...

You see a woman in a fur coat.

She sees you...

Checks you out.

And does like this...

She has nothing on.

Absolutely!

Absolutely naked!

In the daytime.

Especially in the Soviet Union.

Salaries were so low.

No work, no money. What to do?

I became a prost*tute

about a year ago.

We're mostly minors under 18.

By the way, in our city there's a

shortage of prostit*tes, of course.

Because there is a huge demand.

If there are clients,

there are p*mps.

This is forbidden. You'll

immediately get 10 years.

I don't consider

the punishment fair.

But is too late.

My parents didn't

know what I was doing.

I told them I was working.

Only at the trial it became

clear what I was doing.

There were no

official prostit*tes.

But a certain amount

of women was allowed.

To practice it and

report on the others

Who were not registered

with the secret police.

So they had a

function in this society.

Nice man.

Do you like me? Yes, I like you.

I like you too.

And you came into the hotel?

To you hotel I come.

I like present.

There was prostitution

in the USSR.

But it was ill*gal and

had a different form.

Many women had been compromised.

They didn't send

them to prison, but...

They threatened to reopen the case if

they didn't obey and send them to jail.

"I eat from dumpsters."

"I drink from puddles."

"The rain soaks

me, it's my shower."

"I'm the worst; much

worse than you."

"I'm the most useless.

I'm nasty. I'm dirt."

I'm a loser.

What are you here for?

For prostitution?

Foreign currency

exchange and theft...

Of property from foreigners.

By engaging in prostitution?

No, for possessing

foreign currency.

It's easier to convict that way.

It's no problem to jail

an ordinary person.

It is very surprising to

see all this in your country.

If in Brazil I was told about the

existence of prostit*tes in the USSR,

I wouldn't have believed it.

Why is prostitution immoral?

Because it's for money?

When husbands cheat

on their wives, is it moral?

When teenagers

arrange orgies, is it moral?

How are dealings

with foreigners?

Of course, they're great.

He values me as a

woman, you understand?

He pays me for this.

What about Russians?

Russians.

Russians annoy me.

With their behavior. They have

no upbringing, no manners, nothing.

The thing is...

It's not just the human

body that's for sale.

Much is for sale

that shouldn't be.

If a person is taught to

deceive from childhood...

It's not difficult for

them to live a double life.

Sex is everywhere.

Always has been, always will be.

You approach the

chair with a flying gait.

Sit down. Pull up your skirt,

even if it's not necessary.

And completely synchronously

fold your arms, head, and legs.

And we start with one of the

standard phrases like: "Are you angry?

There's so much

indignation in your voice...

You're silent... You don't

even want to talk to me."

Lift your eyes to him and smile.

Look confused.

After this, all your actions

will be kindly accepted. Try it.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Open that little mouth.

Let's see the lips.

Where are those lips? Where?

Relax, relax, relax.

To be charming you

must learn to smile.

Smile with a naive,

ecstatic, mysterious smile.

Like Women's Day.

What is Women's Day?

Women's Day is the day

when all the men drink.

To their women, thanking them...

That they are so beautiful and

that they are so supportive...

And that they are so inspiring,

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah."

"Thank you so much, Darling.

Get your tulip and go to hell."

"To beat is to love."

"To beat is to love."

"To beat is to love."

That's how to make

a woman happy.

Beating her shows his love.

That's the psychology

of our women. Either...

Sex or beating.

Otherwise, it means

he has a mistress.

This saying was accepted.

People said, "To

beat is to love."

The system created this.

It was a complete degradation.

Through some sort

of mass hypnosis.

One newlywed complained,

"Why don't you beat me?"

"You don't love me." "What do

you mean? I do everything for you."

"You don't beat me,

so you don't love me."

So he started beating her.

He eventually beat her to

death. That was his "love."

The first time my

husband hit me...

He was a police officer,

so he knew how to do it.

For what?

I was young. I had

beautiful straight white teeth.

Like pearls.

He said to me...

"Stop smiling! When you

smile your wrinkles show."

Do you hear? 21 years old,

I have wrinkles on my face.

One night we went to a party.

Probably I started smiling.

I can't help it, I'm

smiley by nature.

When we got home it started.

Powerful punches in

my belly and solar plexus.

He's trying to elevate

her through beating.

She accepts it as

part of her education.

He beat me, beat me.

He comes home, takes off

his belt with an iron buckle.

When he hit me, blood

started running from my nose.

I grabbed him: "If you

ever touch me again..."

"I'll k*ll you, you b*stard."

Since then he didn't

touch me anymore.

The family is the cell

of communist society.

In order to protect this "cell."

The Party used all their force.

Everything was

taken under control.

Not just how you work, what you

think, But what you do at home,

How you sleep or don't sleep with

your wife, What you talk about there.

Family issues were

resolved at Party meetings.

Will you be a family or not?

"You disgrace the

Communist Party."

"Such a person is not

worthy among our ranks."

If a woman comes to

the Party committee...

And complains about

her cheating husband.

The Party takes care of it.

He was condemned and

shamed by a hundred people.

"You shouldn't

cheat on your wife!"

"You're destroying

the unit of society."

So, I had to indicate

a serious reason.

On the basis of which

I'm getting divorced.

This was announced

in the newspaper.

It was shameful,

it was very difficult.

The party did more

harm than good here.

Because the woman complains

about her bad husband.

But the Party

makes her life worse.

He gets fired.

And now everyone knows

about this messed up family.

They said they were

re-educating them.

They put them on the right path.

Listovsky with his

disgraceful acts...

Forced the Komsomol committee...

To discuss his behavior at a

general Komsomol meeting.

And his behavior in the family?

Disgraceful!

It was easy to "expose" a

neighbor or acquaintance.

Whom you didn't like.

And get rid of him

with no evidence.

Anonymous letters were

written on wives and husbands.

Well, for example, that your husband

is cheating on you with so-and-so.

They wrote bullshit

and didn't sign.

And then it gets to the leadership

and they start investigating.

The Party had to analyze

all these anonymous letters.

There was this really

good girl, my colleague.

But her husband wasn't so good.

He wrote a letter

to the Party...

Asking us to

investigate her behavior.

Because she performed

oral sex on him.

And he says, "How can she, a

party member, engage in this?"

It was considered terribly bad.

"Uncle Five Kopeks"

was his nickname.

He wrote anonymous

letters against everyone.

Later in life, when

he was an old man...

He mourned, "How many

people have I sent to prison?"

In any hotel in

Leningrad or Moscow...

I saw it myself,

there were prostit*tes.

But they were all KGB people.

Women are the best spies.

They can accomplish anything.

She will eliminate

you upon command.

Of course all of our top

missions included female spies.

The government had to know

what threats were among us.

People they wanted to

imprison for political reasons...

The KGB framed them.

They would send a

female KGB worker.

Mykola Horbal, for instance.

Intelligent guy,

walking down the street.

Suddenly a girl

nearby starts to yell:

"Help! Help! I'm

being r*ped and k*lled!"

She tore a button off herself.

The KGB was on the

stakeout, of course.

I was not the first,

thousands went to jail this way.

The courts were just

an extension of the KGB.

The judge repeated

whatever the KGB said.

I got five years in prison.

For attempted r*pe.

Yes. Woman is the

hunter; man is the hunted.

While glamorized

in popular culture...

The reality of the Soviet sex

spy program was mostly mundane.

Thousands started their intensive

training with foreign languages...

International etiquette,

and Karl Marx.

In 1956, the Soviet premier set one

of the most elaborate sex traps ever.

The French Ambassador

Maurice Dejean...

Blessed by de Gaulle and considered a

favorite for the next president of France...

Arrived in Moscow with his

wife, but was quickly seduced...

By several Bolshoi ballerinas.

Larissa Kronberg

was his favorite.

And as an experienced spy,

she arranged for his wife...

To leave for a long

sail up the Moscow river.

While she procured the

necessary compromising material.

When promised no one

would see the photos...

Maurice agreed to cooperate with

the Russian Secret Service for life.

His colleague, Colonel Louis

Gibeau, suffered a worse fate.

When presented with pictures of himself

in bed with a Russian spy in 1962...

He refused to collaborate.

Instead, he shot

himself in the head.

She seems so kind and caring.

But she'll bring you

unfathomable evil.

You don't have to forget...

There was a special

department of KGB...

Which was in charge of

sort of training women...

In order to get the

foreigners in bed.

We called these girls

"Legion," or "Legionaries."

Our orders came from the top.

Why "Legion"? Because

we were on guard.

And, naturally, all

this was based on sex.

A sex spy needs everything.

She should be smart,

crafty and cultured.

They had to wear makeup,

smell nice, be well-dressed.

In short, they had to

stand out from Soviet girls.

They had to fire-up the target.

We didn't recruit

Legionaires from the streets.

They selected them

from 12-14 years old.

From various organizations

like sport clubs.

I was doing ballet when I

first met a strange old guy.

They looked us over

and photographed us.

That was the start of

the recruitment process.

This was the first

photo they took of me.

I was thirteen.

First they fully

investigate your family.

Then they vet the actual girl.

They analyzed years

of my behavior in school.

All the skeletons in

my closet, everything.

I knew everything about them.

For instance: "Why are you

wearing these stockings today?"

"And not yesterday's?

Because they got ripped?"

I had to know this.

If they groomed her for Legion,

they taught her everything.

How to do makeup,

how to dress fashionably.

How to set a table.

Western etiquette.

Only then, did they teach sex.

At home we were

girls in ponytails...

In public we were femme fatales.

Before you formally

join the service...

Because this is official work...

You had to pass an exam.

That you're not a

simple prost*tute.

That you can add value.

A bunch of serious

old guys led the exams.

We had to catwalk

naked in a sauna.

Your physical flexibility,

capabilities and strength.

Then blow jobs, massages

and everything else.

She finishes with one

man; another arrives.

She needs endurance.

If she can pleasure

2-3 men in an hour...

They had to be

satisfied and in ecstasy.

Then she's ready to start work.

This is me at 14.

At this age we

officially joined.

He said, "See you've

caught that man's eye?"

"Can seduce him

to leave with you?"

"Where?" I asked. "At

a rest house nearby."

I grabbed a bottle of

champagne and I did it.

He filmed us.

We had a room

with hidden cameras.

After a week...

He came to me

and said, "Well..."

"Quite marvelous." And

he showed me photos...

Of the victim crying as he

lost his Party membership.

"That was your doing,

and here is your payment."

I received 900 rubles...

When an engineer

got 120 per month.

I went wherever they sent me.

For instance, a board room

with a lone Party member.

"Uncle dear, could

you please sign this?"

"And who are you?"

"I'm simply Lenochka."

"Well, 'simply Lenochka'

I'm not signing any paper."

I said "Uncle,

have a look here..."

"I'll tear my shirt and there

are two guards outside."

"I'll scream 'He's raping

me and I'm only 17!'"

He signed everything.

And I was back at

HQ in 90 minutes.

And some of the women

were very, very successful.

Like the wife of a very

famous sculptor, Konenkov.

She was the

mistress of Einstein.

And of course she

worked for KGB because...

Konenkova was allowed

to work in New York.

And the Manhattan Project was...

Penetrated.

Personally, I think I

deserve the honor.

If all my girls complete

their missions.

Working efficiently...

And don't discredit

me or themselves.

Because in reality

it's me doing this.

I guided her through these jobs.

They promised the

girls mountains of gold.

But they couldn't care

less about us girls.

We were just disposable

objects they could use.

We had a file of compromising

material on every girl.

She knows I have

a file this thick...

And any second...

I can pass some

pages to the KGB...

And she'll be on

trial for these crimes.

It's not possible

to leave Legion.

Except in a body bag.

If we're successfully

controlling their lives...

We know she'll never

get away from us.

Every day I must know

exactly what's in her head...

Or I'm not worth a penny.

Because she will outsmart you.

None of the girls are left.

Nadya.

She was promising,

she went off to Kyiv.

She got drunk and

blabbed some secret.

Then she was hit by a car.

This was my friend Tanya.

The brunette, Tanyachka.

Should ruined an

important mission somehow.

Despite my hopes, I

knew should wouldn't live.

She was drowned.

This girl is Victoria.

She fell in love with an Italian

she was supposed to recruit.

She had just about succeeded.

But at their last meeting

she told him the truth.

They sent her to a

psychiatric hospital.

And turned her into a vegetable.

You know...

With the perspective

of all these years...

It seems to me now...

In my heart and soul I

shouldn't have done that.

But by law I was

required to do it.

Bosses were out of

control in the Soviet Union.

They didn't listen neither

to police nor to prosecutors.

He was god and tsar.

He did whatever he wanted.

Everything happened

with the help of boss.

Wife's job: Him.

Husband's promotion: Him.

Apartment: Him.

Everything is Him.

If you are higher up...

In this echelon of power...

You're allowed to do more

things and get away with that.

So sex was one

of the privileges.

Women who were ambitious...

To make a career to the top.

They had to accept sexual

as*ault as part of their social lifting.

You've got this

elite hospital...

Where the nurses were

obliged to go to bed...

With the high placed patients.

And the high-placed

patients would say:

"We want some full

breasted nurses."

It was very, very complicated

to say no for a nurse.

One of my female trainees

was married to a doctor.

Her husband wanted a

transfer to a regional hospital.

So he sent his wife to sleep

with the other hospital director.

Even getting an apartment...

Because you couldn't buy one.

Even if you had money.

Apartments were state property.

To get a flat you had to be

employed and wait in line.

You could wait your

whole life and not get one.

But sleep with your boss...

You'll get a flat right away

in the best neighborhood.

Yakov Pavlovich

Osadchy is 68 years old.

Half his life he's run a

pipe production factory.

First we allocate apartments

to good employees.

We pay special

attention to women.

Because God gave

them better figures.

Do you have a name? Yes.

What is your name, dear?

Shura.

Shura-baby... How

long have you suffered?

Many years Mr. Pavlovich.

How many without an apartment?

I've been first in

line since 1964.

So, you've been

waiting for 10 years, huh?

Have patience for

half a year more.

So the Director told me:

"You've been at the

front of the line five years."

I was first!

Can you imagine?

While we were talking

a fly landed on me.

He said: "You push me away but

even the flies know you're sweet."

These kinds of hints.

"You'll get an apartment

when I get sex."

When a girl suddenly

starts to rise at work...

Immediately there

is a suspicion...

That her success is because

she's the boss's lover.

There was no other way.

Especially secretaries.

They were the

number one prostit*tes.

They were "Secre-tutes."

From the words...

"Secretary" and "prost*tute."

If you don't "serve" your

boss, you won't work.

How else? Gotta

undress, sit down...

Men are sassy. If he likes a

woman, he'll turn her life into hell.

As soon as he

notices the wench...

She's a goner.

They r*ped them and

no one paid a price.

Especially bosses.

The boss was Melnyk...

Oleg Vasilievich.

"If you sleep with me you'll get

your full salary and no demerits."

"If you don't, you get nothing."

He gave me potatoes and flour.

Poverty was so bad.

Girls screwed for

food, for anything.

Where to complain? To whom?

They lived however they wanted.

They did everything they wanted.

Their lechery was at a

level you can't even imagine.

In the army there were these

art collectives, like ensembles.

The girls there had to go to bed

with the highly placed military.

They could organize orgies

and invite these young dancers.

The regional heads

invited young girls.

And arranged various games.

The most popular

was "The Daisy."

The girls were lined in a circle

and the man had each one.

The contest is how

many girls he could do.

What the hell are you

raping young girls for?

b*stards, aren't there enough

women so you're raping children?

Such filthy pleasures.

They satisfied them at the

expense of people's lives.

At the expense

of souls and blood.

Soviets came: bosses,

directors, snakes.

Did what they wanted with women.

This is not true.

She asked for it. She

gave him a reason.

"If the b*tch doesn't

want to f*ck..."

"Then the dog is out of luck."

He can't do anything

if the girl doesn't agree.

How can you make me have sex?

My mom came home,

crying and bleeding.

They dragged her into a barn.

Two men stood on her

arms and the third one...

They all r*ped her by turn.

The elite ignored the Soviet

ideals of austerity, modesty,

and sobriety.

And they were far from chaste.

Stalin himself collected

nude male drawings.

And scribbled obscene notes in

the margins during his free time.

At 35 He began an affair

with a thirteen-year-old orphan.

His next lover was a

sixteen-year-old runaway.

The secret police

codenamed "Glamourpuss."

The Soviet Minister of Culture

used his position to commandeer...

A harem of young actresses,

ballerinas and schoolgirls.

Whom he and many of his

colleagues routinely r*ped.

It was only when one jumped

from her dormitory window...

And her mother read the suicide

note that the ring was exposed.

Another leader, Sergei Kirov, was

infamous for his nightly requests...

That the most beautiful

ballerinas be sent to his apartment.

He was following in the footsteps

of the KGB chief Lavrentiy Beria...

Who sent his driver on

daily hunts for schoolgirls...

To kidnap and bring

back to his cottage.

He r*ped and

m*rder*d countless girls.

Without a free

press or courts...

And the threat of

punishment against women...

Should they resist, the

Soviet Union was in essence...

A continent-sized sexual

hunting ground for the powerful.

Whether a local party boss or

the General Secretary himself.

How could a warm-blooded

people like the Russians...

Could just sweep sex under the

rug? Surely there will be an expl*si*n.

This is actually a

political question...

That appears in other

areas of human life.

Do the illustrious

Russian people...

Conduct themselves

as normal people?

In regard to human rights, real

elections, real voting and not fictions?

But after so much repression,

there might be some expl*si*n?

The sexual

revolution in Russia...

Will not proceed in

a civilized manner.

This sexual revolution could

result in a social cataclysm.

Perestroika lit

a fire in society.

And then the film

"Little Vera" appeared.

It was the first time a woman was

shown to be in charge during sex.

In many ways that film marked...

The end of the Soviet system.

The 1980s saw economic

and political chaos...

And the A*DS epidemic brutalized

Russia as the Soviet Union collapsed.

The 1990s brought

further social disintegration.

Sex was everywhere. TV broadcasters

stripped naked while reporting the news.

Street corners filled with

p*rn*graphy and prostit*tes.

Sexpionage did not die

with the Soviet Union.

When Vladimir Putin took

over the secret police...

He orchestrated the

national broadcast...

Of a sex sting operation against

a political enemy of Boris Yeltsin.

He was rewarded with

the job of Prime Minister.

Setting the stage for his

rise to absolute power.

Totalitarianism did

not vanish in 1991.

All these fears remained.

It's horrific that in

the 21st century...

This plague is still

infecting people.

And draws them to their death.

A person dies there.

It's not a country

but a pile of sh*t.

And it's stinky.

The whole world should unite...

Around the idea

to destroy this evil.

An 86 year-old man

assaulted in his home...

Who died last night...

Was Russian

dissident Mikhael Stern.

He was a world famous dissident.

Along with Sakharov,

Solzhenitsyn and Sharansky.

After a campaign was

organized to free him...

By Jean-Paul Sartre

and Simone de Beauvoir...

He was released from gulag

and settled in Amsterdam...

Where, almost thirty years

later, he met this tragic end.