You want to talk about the nineties . . . I wouldn’t call it a beautiful time, I’d say it was revolting. People’s minds flipped 180 degrees. Some couldn’t handle it, they went crazy, the psych wards were overflowing. I visited a friend of mine in one of them. One guy was screaming, “I’m Stalin! I’m Stalin!” while another one screamed, “I’m Berezovsky! I’m Berezovsky!” The whole ward was filled with these Stalins and Berezovskys.
