USSR. 1980. Sex that didn’t exist is finally filmed in the Soviet Union in close-up.
Continuation of the story started in the first book “Vnedroman.” Mikhail Konotopov, an oligarch from the future, ended up in the body of a Soviet student— and didn’t lose his nerve. Instead of tears over oil, he launches an underground Hollywood between sauerkraut and a portrait of Brezhnev.
His films are a mix of erotica, agitprop, and grotesque: “The сантехник always rings twice,” “The Combainers of Love,” “You can’t spoil Moscow with ecstasy,” and even an erotic musical based on “The Seagull.”
He shoots, edits, runs from the KGB, works for the KGB, and exports Soviet passion abroad under the guise of a cultural initiative.
This isn’t a novel—it’s an insertion operation. Vnedroman, part two.
Laugh. Shame on you. Read. While you haven’t been recruited.