Can—or should—we save the USSR? Opinions differ. But there are facts. The collapse of the Union cost millions of lives, and for many and many it became a humiliation. Yesterday the Soviet person knew that everything was stable; today they can’t understand what’s good and what’s bad, what the rules of the game are now. Yesterday everyone visited each other, across all the republics; today they’ve become strangers. And more than that—now they’re also, in some way, to blame. And what about clothes, Coca-Cola, chewing gum, jeans? Do they matter to a great power? For the book’s hero, the answer is obvious. What do people say? Who is to blame for everything? We’ve heard the saying about the indisputable guilt of one ginger-haired reformer. So… whoever’s to blame will be the one to save. The ginger, the ginger freckled… the one our man has possessed—one for whom the USSR is not just empty words. But the main question is: how to save it? It won’t be easy, but the road will be mastered by the one who walks it and knows it!