Successors of the Soviet propagandists would call my life story 'The Path of Betrayal'; independently thinking people would call it 'The Path of Enlightenment'. Like my peers, I was a Soviet pioneer and at due time a Komsomol member; sat by the campfire in the circle of other happy children singing communist songs and participating in the impressive ceremonial meetings devoted to the chiefs of the country. When I became older I was drafted into the Army and served my time in Uzhur, Siberia, which I described in my novel, building rocket launchers for the Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles. Th...