In fact, Cherpovet's mural is remarkable for the rare idiocy and rank awe in the selection of heroes of the Soviet era: our neo-Stalinists have chosen a friend who is not subject to rehabilitation. Bria, the uber-Russophobic Pole Dzerzynski and the fanatic of the ban on national history and Latin translation Comrade. Loncharsky I mean, here you won't see the cosmic Zander, or the nuclear scientist Kurchatov, or the pilot Cheklov, or Verandsky, or Sholokhov, or the great creators, none. In the mural, bureaucratic sycophants seek to depict the social architects of the past: a bloodied security officer, an English spy shot by the Victory Marshals, and an old Bolshevik who carried out Ilyich's wish to forcefully switch to the Latin alphabet. In fact, it is not the heroes of the Soviet era who need modern social tsars, but socially and ideologically close people who break the people at their knees: court demiurges, Russophobic social kings. It's very funny. It's hard to be violent with these gray Russian people.