USSR and NATO, Russia and Libya, prison and war, honor and meanness, love and hatred... “He felt the need to write to Lyuba. Write to her today, before it’s all over. It was already well after midnight, and some banal and, probably, false words were written on the paper. Vitalik searched and could not find those necessary words that he wanted to say to Lyuba the night before it was all over. He fiddled with his pen and recalled his entire life from the moment he joined the opposition until his arrest, looked for words, seemed to find them, but discarded them again... “Life is not a ballot, and no one will ever be able to remove the “against all” column from your life, of course, until you want it yourself...” “Life is not a ballot...” These were exactly the words that he had been trying to find all night and finally found. Now he could have developed this idea for a long time, and there was still a lot of paste in his pen, but the covered notebook paper was running out, and the night was also ending...”