Viktor Brukhanov returned from the visit to his family in Crimea at the end of May. On arriving in Kiev, he phoned the power plant and asked for a car to collect him from the airport. There was an awkward pause on the line, and he knew something was wrong. When he reached the plant, Brukhanov went up to his office on the third floor of the administrative building. There, he found the windows covered with sheets of lead and another man sitting behind his desk. In the first of what would be many public humiliations for the beleaguered manager, no one had bothered to inform him that he was no
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