About a month ago, I flew to Vilnius specifically to read this book. Alexei’s widow, Yulia Navalnaya, was concerned that the manuscript might be stolen, so she didn’t want to send a digital copy and asked me to come in person. According to her, I was the first person to read the completed Russian version. I finished it over an evening and morning, though I could have easily stayed up reading all night without pause. Later, in New York, I also read the English version—there’s quite a difference between the two, with the English edition including some of Alexei’s Instagram posts written while in prison. By the time of the book’s release, I had written a review for Vanity Fair. From today, there’s no need to travel anywhere; you can order the book to almost any place in the world—except, of course, Russia.
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