Volodya arrives at night, on the Zaporozhye wheel, A noisy Soviet car, far from what one would expect a student of the KGB spy academy to drive. It was very clear. Volodya– Small name Written by Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin – I didn’t know Sergey, Just your older brother. It was enough that I went to meet him after receiving the call without hesitation. On that night in 1977, when St. Petersburg was still Leningrad and Russia in the Soviet Union, the relationship between the two young men was almost criminal.
Sergey decides to escape, even if temporarily, from the barracks where he was doing his mandatory military service and ventures into the night with his new friend, after jumping over a wall. Leaving without higher permission was dangerous. He was one step away from being considered a deserter. The only difference is that Sergey planned to leave and re-enter without anyone noticing. At that dawn, the two young men spent hours walking and singing.
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William Shakespeare is a journalist and feature writer specialising in culture, entertainment, history, and current affairs. With a keen eye for storytelling and analysis, he produces informative articles that help readers understand the people, ideas, and events influencing modern life.
