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So, I gather from your book...
That normal, common words like...
Fuck, cock, pussy, masturbate, orgasm.
These words don't exist, Soviets say only:
"It."
Many factors lead to the fact that...
In the Soviet Union, normal sex...
As in the West doesn't exist.
This is tied to the totalitarian system.
Which impacts all areas of human life.
If you want to understand the Soviet Union...
The best way to do so...
Is to understand Soviet sexuality.
"We will destroy this world of violence to the foundation."
My name is Dr. Michael Stern.
I was conceived the night of the October Revolution...
Which unleashed repressed desires for political, social and sexual freedom.
People were drunk on possibility and launched a series of rash...
Radical, utopian reforms.
The Bolshevik criminal code was the best in the whole Europe.
They reformed everything.
The priority for women workers now is to...
Cast off the burden of raising their children.
Help the Communist Party...
To build a new shining life!
The Bolsheviks claimed sex should be treated as casually...
As drinking a glass of water.
Artists explored sexual themes.
And museums displayed erotic photographs for the first time.
The intelligentsia threw off their clothes...
along with centuries of repression and shame.
Naked calisthenics was popular as people rejoiced in their newfound skin.
A nude beach appeared just steps from the Kremlin.
Students hand published pornographic magazines.
Authorities drew up plans for public sex booths...
And orgies and free love leagues proliferated.
Same-sex relationships were decriminalized.
They said, "Okay, no problem, we decriminalize it."
Why the Bolsheviks did it?
They decided that they will conquer Europe...
With these new ideas.
At that time, everything was communal.
A girl couldn't refuse sex.
A man has desires...
No one asked about the woman's desires.
He needed sex, he got it. Period.
Because everything was belonging...
To "the People."
So the female genitals...
Were considered to be private property...
If a woman said "no."
There are so many heartbreaking stories of women...
Who were just broken...
By this revolutionary experiment of the 20s.
When the Soviets came...
They took over and lived well.
They had everything and we didn't even have bread.
Lenin's social experiment began to collapse.
Pervasive sex in filthy conditions led to widespread sickness.
Venereal disease was so common among civilians and the military...
That the Red Army created an entire syphilitic platoon.
Meanwhile, Soviet society was breeding a dangerous generation of homeless orphans.
The destruction of social and sexual norms, religion...
And the family led not to utopia, But to savage brutishness.
The pendulum of sexual freedom had to swing back.
If it didn't, it had to be pulled back forcibly.
Then Stalin appeared.
A totally different personality.
Of the worst possible type.
Stalin was cruel.
When his daughter Sveta was six years old...
He said: "Take off this skirt! Put my shirt on her!"
"The girl's body should be all covered!"
Stalin was very cruel with his Nadya.
He made her his lover against her will.
By the way, I think she wasn't even 16 years old yet.
He dehumanized her, he crossed her out.
He even beat her.
She committed suicide.
She shot herself.
I'm convinced 100% that he was sexually sick.
I think it's connected with his own problems.
That he became impotent early.
His aura, his energy...
It then spread throughout the entire Soviet Union.
Naturally! Society follows the leader.
The authorities quickly understood that...
In sex, a person must be themselves.
And should feel free.
But in the totalitarian system...
Where sex is an enemy of the ideology...
Everything is done in order to...
De-eroticize sex.
"Have you read Marx?"
"Yes."
"And how was it?"
"Very interesting."
Stalin produced all Soviet cinema...
Because film builds the person.
And it coincided with Bolshevik ideology.
The construction of a new life.
What qualities should a Communist have?
Chastity.
Why chastity?
The bourgeoisie perverted sex...
Because of the power of money.
Now capitalism is gone...
These feelings regained their purity.
You really don't get it?
The idea was to train young men and women...
For the army.
All these men and women parading in shorts.
Exposing their bodies.
At the same time, they shut down...
The whole topic of sexuality.
What an interesting book I have here!
Everyone will be jealous.
And here's the most important chapter.
"Never show intimate relations to anyone anywhere."
Art depicting nudity was censored throughout the empire.
The monumental statue, Girl with an Oar, was destroyed.
Recently celebrated photographers and artists...
Were sent to the Gulag as their work was reclassified as pornography.
The opera Lady Macbeth was banned for 30 years...
Because a musical movement reminded Stalin of sex on a squeaky bed.
Homosexuality, adultery, abortion, premarital sex...
And even masturbation were criminalized.
And divorce became extremely difficult.
Soviet women were required to dress modestly, men to remain monogamous.
And housewives were warned against preparing spicy meals.
Which could lead to unwanted sexual arousal.
Sex education was banned from school.
And on Stalin's orders kissing was scrubbed from cinema.
The word sex itself vanished from the encyclopedia.
Today I took out the encyclopedia and looked up sex.
It just says "gender."
We didn't use this word.
It was considered a swear word.
We didn't even talk about it among friends.
We didn't even have words for it.
I didn't know what sex was.
There was love, or something like that.
No need to call for Love...
It will appear uninvited...
And then spread joy all around.
"You will arrive one day..."
"Tenderly desired..."
"My truest friend."
"Happy New Year."
Everyone's watching, you should be ashamed!
We were simply ashamed.
Neither mom nor dad had any conversations with me about it.
Nothing was taught at school.
Everything you heard you picked up on the street.
Everything from the knees to the throat...
It doesn't exist. Especially the female body.
There was no sex.
Sex, Bye, It's Western, it's dirty.
It's only reproduction, there is no sex, only reproduction.
I got married and got my first experience.
Inexperienced first experience.
I lived with my husband for several years.
I never undressed completely in front of him.
I felt ashamed he might see me.
Every pleasure a person can feel...
They tried to minimize as much as possible.
It was useful for them to make sex a taboo.
Because then they could use it as a tool.
My first kiss?
That was my first kiss, when he kissed me.
Hrysha, my husband.
What do you want? I married at 17.
Who else could I have kissed? Where could I have gone?
But his kissing was awful.
Some guys are good at kissing...
But he licked my whole face.
I had to run home to wash it was so sticky.
Because there was no place also where to have sex.
Because we all were living with our parents.
So, many guys and girls... They were getting married at 18, 19...
Because they just wanted to have sex.
I wanted to say another word.
And then they were getting married...
Just to be able to fuck.
In our times, if a guy likes a girl,
If he falls in love with her. He can possess her...
Only by marrying her! No other way!
Otherwise he won't have her. Absolutely.
Such were the rules, that a girl should get married...
She must be a virgin without fail.
Everyone was very proud that she was a virgin.
He's her first. There were even such traditions at weddings...
The groom's mother would lead the newlyweds to the bedroom.
She would wait to see how the first intercourse went.
And if blood dripped on the sheet...
Then they would parade around this sheet. He took an honest bride.
And if not, they would say all sorts of nasty things.
You're cursed.
If we knew... that she was like this, like that...
This woman was condemned.
We had a military doctor.
A surgeon.
We brought those girls who needed to get married, who wanted to be virgins again.
For a certain fee he would sew back what remained of the hymen.
And she became a virgin anew.
During sex...
Everything was the same. It hurt her.
Blood flowed. And the man felt tension.
A thrust, a rip and that's it.
It's the parents who go.
They drag their daughter to the doctor. And ask like this and that.
And ask him to do such and such.
For cash they fix it so she is honest again.
Let the husband try to prove she's impure!
And afterwards he would bring out the sheet.
And show everyone the blood stains on the sheet.
That yes, he took an honest wife.
In a family, a woman had no right to say "no."
There was no "Sorry, Dear, I have a headache."
That's not heard.
She's there that's it.
There was no such thing as foreplay.
Here's the woman.
You go.
Many women didn't like it because with no foreplay...
It's a rather painful act. It's not always orgasm, but...
It's superiority.
You as a man enforce your superiority on a woman.
Penetrate her forcefully. You know if you do it with force...
Apply your brutal power like a man...
You know you just take her.
What kind of sex are you talking about...
When five families lived in our apartment?
19 people.
It's called a "communalka."
Where can you have sex?
Russia is a huge country. The biggest country in the world.
But actually their private space is always tiny.
It's crazy.
Communalkas were very interesting.
It was a ruse they thought up...
To use the huge mansions of the rich...
That were originally 8 room homes.
The communists put one family in each room.
Come on in...
Take a look how we live...
Three families. I have two children.
A neighbor lives here.
She just left.
We don't know how to divide the room.
Where to put her crib.
When I was pregnant with my second child...
I asked for another room. They refused.
They answered:
"The more the merrier."
It's impossible to live like this. Impossible.
They blame us for everything. I don't say it's perfectly tidy...
But a dormitory is dormitory.
And a lot of people live here.
I can't bring someone to visit. I'm just ashamed that I live in such conditions.
There weren't even doors in these rooms.
It was just an open space.
Up to 30-40 people lived in these places.
And from this group around 10%...
Worked for the KGB, controlling the masses.
A lot of people who told their thoughts in the kitchen...
And the next day they'd be arrested and shot.
Millions of people.
After Stalin's death in 1953...
Nikita Khrushchev became premier...
And started to open society.
One of the most extraordinary signs of this thaw...
Was the World Youth Festival of 1957.
34 thousand delegates from 131 countries...
Came to Moscow with the desire for peace...
And friendship.
Billed as the largest festival in history.
For two full weeks delighted crowds frolicked across the capital.
It was the first time many Soviets had ever met a foreigner.
But what was intended as propaganda for international friendship had unexpected results.
Tipped off by concerned parents...
The authorities assembled nighttime raids on parks and fields.
What they found was described as an epic international orgy.
The foreigners were escorted home.
But the Soviet girls were punished by having half their heads shaved.
The next year, hundreds of mixed race...
So-called festival babies were born.
I was at that exact festival.
And our girls...
Decided to sleep with the n***s.
A once-in-a-lifetime chance.
She saw a n****...
And she was ready for anything.
So many little black babies were born.
Everybody wanted one.
The forbidden fruit is sweetest.
It was an incredible trip.
Some great ego trip.
Not following the rules of the officialdom.
If they say "no sex before marriage."
You just go and you, sorry, fuck...
Everybody in sight.
And you protest. It's not only dissidents...
But you did it in your way.
Just breaking the laws, break the regulations...
Of the Communist Party.
And you felt sort of double ingratiated.
First of all, you had this woman.
Secondly, you fucked, sorry, The Communist Party.
The soul of the Soviet Union...
If you want one word:
Hypocrisy.
What a person says is not what he thinks.
What he thinks is not what he'd like to think.
And he relates to others not in the way that he should.
This is hypocrisy.
Sex, sex, sex. And not just sex at home.
But the best sex is sex on the side.
I haven't seen a single honest man.
My husband, his brother, another brother.
They're all skirt-chasers.
My husband Grysha.
He had Olya, Katya, Galya...
Three beautiful girls.
And he went to that one, that one, that one.
There's no man who doesn't cheat.
There are some women who are honorable.
But they're a tiny percent.
The rest are whores.
Give her a bauble, she's ready to go.
Your friends will fuck her.
Cheating is "jumping into buckwheat."
"Jump into buckwheat" is to find sex on the side.
The buckwheat hides you.
It smells good when it blooms.
And it's cozy there.
But we had no buckwheat to jump into.
You can't bring her home because of the wife.
They only let you into hotels with passports.
Hotels only allowed married couples.
The scariest person was the manager.
"Reception"
Her main and only task was...
To prevent anyone...
Entering your room. God forbid!
Several times unknown persons were invited into the rooms.
Total unknowns.
Without even a passport.
We decided to punish them.
Revoked their right to live in the city.
The number of times I had sex outdoors...
Zero.
Somehow you don't understand anything.
People could find privacy in parks...
In shady alleys.
There were benches.
And of course, the theater.
In the back row...
You could kiss as much as you liked.
And be pleasured by your lover.
We had sheds. Near the house.
It's possible.
There were gardens. Also possible.
Find a toilet.
Any toilet works.
You do it standing up.
Or in a basement. You could find a place.
This is disgusting. We didn't have it.
Categorically I tell you.
On the stairs or under a tree...
Didn't happen.
Disgusting.
What you're asking is just odious.
In the summer you could drive to a quiet spot.
And enjoy yourself.
But what to do in winter? When it's cold.
There was only one place left - in the garage.
A lot of couples, when they got cold...
Turned on the engine.
They didn't know that the fumes...
Could make them fall asleep such that...
They would never wake up.
Everyone always said...
There are no brothels in the Soviet Union.
We don't need brothels.
We have sanitoriums.
The government distributed vouchers for sanatoriums.
Usually it was located on a sea coast.
But it wasn't easy to take your family.
You'd need two vouchers. Impossible!
Come on, guys... Say goodbye to dad.
Take care back here!
It was a place of sanctioned lechery.
Where Soviet people could relax.
When you went to sanatorium, it was always, you know, looking for sex.
Oh, they go to the sanatorium to look for...
To find a harem.
My roommate was a sporty sailor.
The first thing he said was...
"Remember well, if my shorts are on this side of the balcony..."
"Do not enter!"
"If they're on the other side, you can enter."
"And you do the same."
It's the sailor's rule: three days...
New shift.
Sex and vodka, vodka, sex, sex and vodka,
They only noticed the sea on the last day and then went home.
After his fun he comes home to his family.
But his lover is not a fool.
She gave a birth to twin girls.
She came and left them on the doorstep.
When the door was opened, she said:
"Here's a present from the sanatorium."
My mom told my father:
"Look, you're with me all year."
"But I'll give you one month."
"Go wherever you want."
"But beware not one single bitch..."
"Comes to me and says she slept with my husband."
I had very wise parents.
My friend went to a sanatorium.
She never had an orgasm with her husband.
She never even knew what it was.
But at the sanitorium she found some guys to teach her.
I had the same experience.
Just like my friend I never have an orgasm.
It all depends on the man.
He is responsible, not the woman.
If he's experienced and knows what he's doing...
He can make her orgasm.
That I know how to give a blowjob and am "Queen of the Bedroom."
None of my four husbands ever knew.
Not the second...
Not the third. Certainly not the fourth.
None had a clue I could give a blowjob.
And the first one was a total flop anyway.
What's up here?
Hi sweetie.
"I'm waiting for you. I have time now..."
You're home? Please honey, just wait a bit longer.
Who was that?
My lover.
My husband asked, "Do you love me?"
I said, "Buddy, is the word 'love' in 'husband'?"
A lover is for love.
A husband is a duty.
You mean con-tra-cep-tion, right?
In my life, there was none of that.
What's it called? Condoms.
Maybe smart people had them somewhere.
But not fools like us.
We didn't understand this.
Even condoms were in shortage.
We never heard of the pills.
Pills were something that existed only in the Western movies.
When they appeared...
So-called "Rubber Item #4."
Many were ashamed to buy them.
We told the pharmacist: "A pack of aspirin..."
With a wink.
There were two in a pack and very thick.
The condoms were so thick.
Three times thicker than air balloons.
But they burst at the critical moment.
Pregnancy was the biggest danger.
Oh, problem number one - not to get pregnant.
Who needs it?
Because it was problem with apartments.
Difficulties with kindergarten.
Men have this saying:
"Giving birth is not our chore; In and out and off for more."
It was on the women to provide.
Whoever got her pregnant doesn't care.
It's her problem.
Most of my female lovers they were married.
So even if she gets pregnant...
It's her problem, not mine, Because she has a husband.
So it was safe for me to have a sexual relationship with her.
Because using condom...
Unfortunately, it always turned out for me that...
All the time she was in a condition...
She got upset with me.
I couldn't control myself, so...
Abortions happened.
Then we made love even better.
Without protection.
And he comes inside me!
I asked him not to get me pregnant...
"I'm not coming inside!"
And he comes inside!
And then I'm pregnant again.
But abortions will happen, because contraceptives are very expensive.
Much more than the cost of an abortion.
"So you're 17 years old..."
"How long have you been sexually active?"
Four months.
"You're 11 weeks pregnant. What do you want to do?"
I have no idea how this happened.
I told her how to douche with hot water.
"Mom, I want to try something else."
I said, "No! Just use hot water."
"So much for your hot water, mom!"
Stalin banned abortion.
In USSR abortion was forbidden.
After the war...
Many people had been killed, there were no people.
So to build the population they forbade abortion.
So more soldier-boys would be born.
They needed to increase the population.
They needed canon fodder.
But to get an abortion, it was a big hassle.
Then they would report it at your place of study or work.
It was a shame for her.
Because she was universally condemned.
You come and they write "abortion" in your medical record.
And maybe not everyone wanted for this to be public.
So girls went for criminal abortions.
Abortion in Russia remains one of the most dangerous operations.
Last year 243 women died during its performance.
Half of those who had abortions get complications and various diseases.
Nevertheless, Russia remains one of the leaders in the number of abortions in the world.
Last year 3 million were performed.
This is almost 10 times more than in Western European countries.
Despite the fact that this operation is legal in Russia,
For each legal recorded abortion, ten illegal abortions are performed.
Catapult! Training apparatus for pilots.
We pilots had an idea.
We had catapult simulator.
In the first trimester...
We strapped her in and catapulted her!
The uterus stays in place, and the embryo detaches.
In few days... presto!
The pregnancy was terminated.
Without any surgical intervention or consequences.
We saved these girls.
For that they repaid us...
As only a girl can.
Lordy, my darlings.
People would do anything:
Drank kerosine.
Girls poked with nails down there.
People performed abortions in their homes.
Grannies did abortions.
Many young girls died from this.
Because if you tell anyone they'll try to help.
But if they help they go to jail.
Both jailed: You and whoever helped you.
Girls would die before telling who did the abortion.
The first thing I would like to say...
So no one has any illusions.
Dear viewers, abortion is baby murder.
It's a mortal sin.
The second thing I want to say is that all contraceptives...
Hormonal, IUDs, diaphragms, condoms.
And all these horrific devilish devices shown on television...
They all lead to abortion, which is murder.
A 16 year old girl was raped and got pregnant.
And she was given a lecture like what we just heard.
That abortion is murder.
And you will be a murderer if you have an abortion.
So she hanged herself.
Anybody else want to comment?
Abortions in minors...
Is a national catastrophe for Russia.
Because a woman who has an abortion before 21...
Can never have a baby, according to medical data.
After the rape, if she can't raise the child...
At least give birth to it.
Give the child life and preserve your own health.
I want to ask you Father, about these 3 million women.
Should we line them up and shoot them for being murderers?
Or do you want to put them all in prison?
Allow me to ask one more question.
When we say we need to wage wars of liberation,
When we say the government must maintain its sovereignty.
Isn't there a possibility of killing innocent civilians?
Why aren't you protesting against this, dear Father?
And it's time to stop placing the state's irresponsibility towards its future...
On the powerless shoulders of women.
Catastrophe! It was a catastrophe.
Women had a lot of abortions.
Backstreet abortions were seriously punished.
People went to jail.
I know a woman with three kids, who died from an abortion.
And the woman who helped her also had three kids; she served seven years.
My neighbor Sanka Alyoshiha...
She was asked in the hospital: "Who did this?"
"A grass snake bit me."
"Grass snakes don't bite, somebody did an abortion."
Someone tore her uterus and she was bleeding everywhere.
They demanded: "Who did this to you?"
"A snake, a snake."
"So we won't help you."
And they didn't.
So she died and got buried.
So many girls committed suicide.
Because they didn't see another way out.
My sister came and said:
I need help; I'm pregnant.
She bribed a doctor.
Right on that table...
We put a sheet, my sister lays down.
She sits, he opens her womb, blood runs everywhere.
I almost fell there. I almost fainted.
"Calm down, you have to help me."
And she got an infection.
She was in the hospital for a whole month.
In a huge room with 20 other women.
Everyone died except my sister Yulia.
I was knocked up many times myself.
So many times.
How many times?
More than ten abortions.
Every five months I run for new abortion.
I also found myself on that operating table.
A gynecologist named Mueller.
He said: "Do you want to avoid pregnancies?"
I said, "Of course!"
"Have sex right away with many men."
"I'm giving you a hint," he said.
Abortions were the only available...
Means of birth control, in fact.
It was just having your body as a battle, as a constant battlefield.
Again I'm off to the hospital.
Such a handsome young doctor was there.
He looked at me and says:
"Do you have children?"
Meanwhile, he's scraping inside me.
"Yes, I do."
"Look, no offense, but I'll do something..."
"So you never come back to me."
After that, no more abortions.
Thank the Lord for him. If he hadn't done that...
I'd be dead.
Tell me, what is homosexuality for you?
I was probably born this way.
Because women never interested me.
I don't understand.
I've never hurt anyone in my entire life.
I don't know why God punished me like this.
In our country you don't even control your own ass.
In your own way.
Because everything goes straight to the Party committee.
They try to brainwash you in any way they can.
So you become identical to everyone else.
To be the same as everyone. Think like everyone, work like everyone...
And to fuck like everyone else.
I tried to hide my orientation.
Because if God forbid anyone found out.
You lose your humanity and become a scapegoat.
You must be physically eliminated.
Same-sex lovers are nature's mistakes.
Genetic mistake, there's nothing to be done.
They're a monstrosity that must be destroyed.
I was thinking "What's wrong with me?"
See? Because no, I was not gay.
Gay? No, it's not a word you put in your mouth.
"Ooh. Dirty. No, I'm not gay, I'm normal."
So complicated because you want to survive.
Mom says: "Yura, you're getting older, you should marry."
So I married.
But something was wrong.
I was ruining both our lives.
Thank god, my wife understood everything.
And we agreed to divorce.
Back then, there were a lot of places to pick up a guy.
And clubs.
All people would go to the bath.
They could spend whole day...
With all those activities.
And come back to their wives and children in the evening.
When Maksim Gorkiy learned his son was gay.
He told Stalin and Stalin added this law.
Homosexuality was made unlawful.
Before that it was allowed.
I know the story of Parajanov's arrest quite well.
We were walking down the street.
He pointed to a policeman: "See him?"
"What about him?"
"I screwed him yesterday."
He constantly broke the frame of sexual life.
He boasted, shockingly:
"I already had all the Politburo members."
Was he homosexual?
That's not why they imprisoned him.
He set such an example.
That a free-thinking man is a beautiful man.
A person you want to emulate.
They imprisoned him so he wouldn't infect others with the virus of freedom.
Because they don't need independent people.
A freedom-loving person won't give them anything good.
There were called "Enemies of the People."
But in fact they were enemies of the system.
I understood there were some informants among people around me.
Then one day they called me to come to the KGB office.
There were two gay...
Uh... two KGB persons.
The discussion lasted for 8 hours.
If I were not a member of Communist Party,
And my relatives were not members of KGB.
I think I wouldn't survive.
Tell me, what is homosexuality for you?
It's a worldview and a way of life.
Soviet men generally humiliate women.
Or licks her boots.
Is this a relationship?
Only in a "deviant" gay relationship...
Is the true, sincere merger of souls possible...
Through authentic male tenderness.
Any human being needs...
Not only sex, but also a soulmate.
We had a long-term relationship.
He was arrested.
When I found out...
I rushed to rescue him.
I went to the KGB office.
I said: "We're roommates."
And they arrested me as well.
"We are friends living together."
"What's the matter?"
How I can prove anything?
They beat me for three days.
"Confess you're one of those!"
I relented. "Yeah, yeah."
At the trial was a woman judge.
She said: "You're a monstrosity who should be destroyed."
"You do not belong among normal people."
So my sentence was one year.
I'm nobody, a nothing.
If they repeat: "You're a pig, a pig, a pig."
At some point you'll "oink."
I think they forged a link: gay, prison, rape, filth.
For all its anti-homosexual propaganda...
The Soviet government itself created conditions...
for the spread of this so-called pathology.
By building entire cities dedicated to one industry...
Men in factory towns and women in textile cities.
Massive gender imbalances were created.
Citizens craving human connection found it where they could.
Lesbianism was particularly common due to a lack of men...
And widespread alcoholism among those who existed.
I spit on them, I can't stand it.
How is this possible? A woman lying with a woman!
Just thinking about it makes me tremble.
Women lived with women in Soviet times.
It just wasn't publicized.
And they joked as follows, "The pleasure is no worse than with a man.
Plus, you won't get pregnant."
In our factory worked…
Now it's all gone…
Vera and Lyuda.
They lived together like man and wife.
Holding hands and sleeping together.
We all wondered how they did it?
If it's a man, then it's like this.
But what can girls do?
Poke your finger there or what?
Tell me, how? How is this?
May God protect us from evil.
This is beyond everything!
I had a task to find some gay women.
Well, that is the first time we see gay women here.
There was one writer who played the guitar.
"Let the guards strip search us."
"Hey, pour a glass for the homeland."
"We girls don't mind toasting with another shot."
"To the suffering lesbians..."
"For their first wedding night."
I tried concealing my crime in the camp.
Statute #122.
God forbid they find out there.
They'll drag you against your will.
Even in that society you're not a human anymore.
I worked on a woodworking machine.
And my hand got caught into the gears.
They called a surgeon.
He took a look, and asked: "What crime?"
"Oh, you're a pedarast. No anesthesia for you then."
So I had the surgery without anesthesia.
Nobody touches such a person.
The only way for them is to go to the bitchboys.
They had a separate table in the canteen.
If you sit at that table, that's it, you're a "bitchboy" too.
Understand?
Sometimes I go to sleep and think..
How did I manage to survive this hell?
They think it's normal to humiliate people.
What exactly does it mean?
You are put in a cell with others.
"Homos," as they say.
And they rape you.
What do you do if 10-20 people attack you?
I served my term in Kharkov Camp #12.
Nightmarish memories of it still keep me awake.
I served in the Gulag #12 from 1974 to 1975.
Along with Dr. Stern.
Yes, we had dissidents.
These people undermined the Soviet system, made speeches...
Pushed anti-Soviet propaganda.
Thanks to people like Dr. Stern, we survived.
We first heard about human rights from Dr. Stern.
He said, "It's temporary."
"This is the worst they can do."
"Don't let them destroy your humanity."
Let me tell you an interesting story.
I conducted experiments.
I wanted to extinguish their traditions, education, norms.
To forget completely their free life.
When you have a straight jacket on...
You wanna take a breath, but you can't.
Then a female doctor comes and...
Stands over you while you're on the floor.
She has no panties on, and says:
"Take a peak..."
"Before you die."
I was building their moral character.
Our motto: "Every officer is a tutor."
I loved my job.
Of course, 100%.
You go in normal and come out a totally different person.
Stern was treated worst than others.
They killed the human inside him.
They handcuffed him, put a condom on a baton.
And shoved it up his butt.
It was a signal.
If you act and speak like Stern...
The same thing will happen to you.
He never said exactly that he was raped.
But I was keen to know, and hinted at it.
I came to the conclusion that he was raped, and over a long period.
Stern said: "When I get out I'll write everything."
"In my memoirs."
Pornography is universal, but in the Soviet Union it was also a weapon.
Yuri Vasilchenko was a Pravda photographer who took nude photos of his wife after work.
When their marriage soured, she sent the pictures to the secret police.
And he was sentenced to five years in prison.
When he later became my patient, he suffered from a terror of intimacy...
Having learned the hard lesson that true privacy does not exist in the Soviet Union.
Pornography was against the law.
And this law comprised everything...
That was related to sexuality.
It was called "pornography distribution."
And for this you get a prison term.
Deaf-mutes would go through the trains,
They sold all kinds of picture cards,
With all sorts of erotic scenes.
Why deaf-mutes?
Because it's not worth arresting them.
It was headache. What you will do with him?
If you put him into the prison...
He can't work there.
He walks by, put a deck of cards in front of you.
You quickly put it in you pocket before anyone sees.
And then it's a pity to throw it away.
That shit was everywhere, my God!
They saw who had a lot of money and offered to them.
Even old farts bought them.
Usually it came from overseas, from sailors.
Vladimir Vladimirovitch heads Odesa customs.
Economic and ideological contraband come together.
We will never allow such depravity into the USSR.
Whether it's bourgeois magazines deciding to play on anti-Soviet sensation or a tabloid...
With cheap porn that makes the eyes ashamed.
Fighting this gave me a certain state of mind.
It's in my blood.
If I don't confiscate something, I feel sick.
Many hours are spent looking through such movies.
Every single day.
In later years porn movies appeared.
However, where do we check? Where do we check what's on these tapes?
In the Black Sea administration there's no VCR.
In our department there's no VCR,
I don't have one. In the Mariupol police department there's no VCR.
But we knew who sold videotapes.
If he's selling tapes, he must have a VCR.
Our offer:
"Next time we catch you, you can go free."
"But now let us watch these three tapes on your VCR."
We photographed incriminating scenes.
And presented evidence to the court.
We were dependent on the porn dealers.
We had no choice.
The police started catching them.
But how? They knocked on the door...
Immediately they hid the cassette.
So the police shut off the power to the apartment.
So you couldn't remove the cassette from the VCR.
When I was a student in Leningrad we opened a home video club.
Then I was charged with "Distribution of Obscene Propaganda."
We showed the film "Emmanuelle."
That night I was arrested.
They scared me very much.
At first they told me that I'd get 15 years.
And they started talking to me about a bribe,
And we agreed on 1500 rubles.
I paid, but I was kicked out of university and left St. Petersburg.
There's no work.
There's no money at home. And what to do?
Prostitution.
No choice.
I was a part of a police assistance squad.
The senior policeman then tells me:
"Chase away the prostitutes."
I say, "What prostitutes?
We don't have prostitutes."
It wasn't like you could go buy a girl on the street.
I never saw or heard of such a thing.
A dime a dozen. Prostitutes were everywhere!
They're fucking on every corner.
On the street, the plague!
In the parks, everywhere, my God!
I walked down Khreshchatyk.
Started looking carefully in this direction.
I got the feeling everyone was a prostitute.
You're walking down the street...
You see a woman in a fur coat.
She sees you...
Checks you out.
And does like this... She has nothing on.
Absolutely!
Absolutely naked!
In the daytime.
Especially in the Soviet Union.
Salaries were so low.
No work, no money. What to do?
I became a prostitute about a year ago.
We're mostly minors under 18.
By the way, in our city there's a shortage of prostitutes, of course.
Because there is a huge demand.
If there are clients, there are pimps.
This is forbidden. You'll immediately get 10 years.
I don't consider the punishment fair.
But is too late.
My parents didn't know what I was doing.
I told them I was working.
Only at the trial it became clear what I was doing.
There were no official prostitutes.
But a certain amount of women was allowed.
To practice it and report on the others
Who were not registered with the secret police.
So they had a function in this society.
Nice man.
Do you like me? Yes, I like you.
I like you too.
And you came into the hotel?
To you hotel I come.
I like present.
There was prostitution in the USSR.
But it was illegal and had a different form.
Many women had been compromised.
They didn't send them to prison, but...
They threatened to reopen the case if they didn't obey and send them to jail.
"I eat from dumpsters."
"I drink from puddles."
"The rain soaks me, it's my shower."
"I'm the worst; much worse than you."
"I'm the most useless. I'm nasty. I'm dirt."
I'm a loser.
What are you here for?
For prostitution?
I’m here for...
Foreign currency exchange and theft...
Of property from foreigners.
By engaging in prostitution?
No, for possessing foreign currency.
It's easier to convict that way.
It's no problem to jail an ordinary person.
It is very surprising to see all this in your country.
If in Brazil I was told about the existence of prostitutes in the USSR,
I wouldn't have believed it.
Why is prostitution immoral?
Because it's for money?
When husbands cheat on their wives, is it moral?
When teenagers arrange orgies, is it moral?
How are dealings with foreigners?
Of course, they're great.
He values me as a woman, you understand?
He pays me for this.
What about Russians?
Russians.
Russians annoy me.
With their behavior. They have no upbringing, no manners, nothing.
The thing is...
It's not just the human body that's for sale.
Much is for sale that shouldn't be.
If a person is taught to deceive from childhood...
It's not difficult for them to live a double life.
Sex is everywhere.
Always has been, always will be.
You approach the chair with a flying gait.
Sit down. Pull up your skirt, even if it's not necessary.
And completely synchronously fold your arms, head, and legs.
And we start with one of the standard phrases like: "Are you angry?
There's so much indignation in your voice...
You're silent... You don't even want to talk to me."
Lift your eyes to him and smile.
Look confused.
After this, all your actions will be kindly accepted. Try it.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Open that little mouth.
Let's see the lips.
Where are those lips? Where?
Relax, relax, relax.
To be charming you must learn to smile.
Smile with a naive, ecstatic, mysterious smile.
Like Women's Day. What is Women's Day?
Women's Day is the day when all the men drink.
To their women, thanking them...
That they are so beautiful and that they are so supportive...
And that they are so inspiring, "Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah."
"Thank you so much, Darling. Get your tulip and go to hell."
"To beat is to love."
That's how to make a woman happy.
Beating her shows his love.
That's the psychology of our women. Either...
Sex or beating.
Otherwise, it means he has a mistress.
This saying was accepted.
People said, "To beat is to love."
The system created this.
It was a complete degradation.
Through some sort of mass hypnosis.
One newlywed complained, "Why don't you beat me?"
"You don't love me." "What do you mean? I do everything for you."
"You don't beat me, so you don't love me."
So he started beating her.
He eventually beat her to death. That was his "love."
The first time my husband hit me...
He was a police officer, so he knew how to do it.
For what?
I was young. I had beautiful straight white teeth.
Like pearls.
He said to me...
"Stop smiling! When you smile your wrinkles show."
Do you hear? 21 years old, I have wrinkles on my face.
One night we went to a party.
Probably I started smiling.
I can't help it, I'm smiley by nature.
When we got home it started.
Powerful punches in my belly and solar plexus.
He's trying to elevate her through beating.
She accepts it as part of her education.
He beat me, beat me.
He comes home, takes off his belt with an iron buckle.
When he hit me, blood started running from my nose.
I grabbed him: "If you ever touch me again..."
"I'll kill you, you bastard."
Since then he didn't touch me anymore.
The family is the cell of communist society.
In order to protect this "cell."
The Party used all their force.
Everything was taken under control.
Not just how you work, what you think, But what you do at home,
How you sleep or don't sleep with your wife, What you talk about there.
Family issues were resolved at Party meetings.
Will you be a family or not?
"You disgrace the Communist Party."
"Such a person is not worthy among our ranks."
If a woman comes to the Party committee...
And complains about her cheating husband.
The Party takes care of it.
He was condemned and shamed by a hundred people.
"You shouldn't cheat on your wife!"
"You're destroying the unit of society."
So, I had to indicate a serious reason.
On the basis of which I'm getting divorced.
This was announced in the newspaper.
It was shameful, it was very difficult.
The party did more harm than good here.
Because the woman complains about her bad husband.
But the Party makes her life worse.
He gets fired.
And now everyone knows about this messed up family.
They said they were re-educating them.
They put them on the right path.
Listovsky with his disgraceful acts...
Forced the Komsomol committee...
To discuss his behavior at a general Komsomol meeting.
And his behavior in the family?
Disgraceful!
It was easy to "expose" a neighbor or acquaintance.
Whom you didn't like.
And get rid of him with no evidence.
Anonymous letters were written on wives and husbands.
Well, for example, that your husband is cheating on you with so-and-so.
They wrote bullshit and didn't sign.
And then it gets to the leadership and they start investigating.
The Party had to analyze all these anonymous letters.
There was this really good girl, my colleague.
But her husband wasn't so good.
He wrote a letter to the Party...
Asking us to investigate her behavior.
Because she performed oral sex on him.
And he says, "How can she, a party member, engage in this?"
It was considered terribly bad.
"Uncle Five Kopeks" was his nickname.
He wrote anonymous letters against everyone.
Later in life, when he was an old man...
He mourned, "How many people have I sent to prison?"
In any hotel in Leningrad or Moscow...
I saw it myself, there were prostitutes.
But they were all KGB people.
Women are the best spies.
They can accomplish anything.
She will eliminate you upon command.
Of course all of our top missions included female spies.
The government had to know what threats were among us.
People they wanted to imprison for political reasons...
The KGB framed them.
They would send a female KGB worker.
Mykola Horbal, for instance.
Intelligent guy, walking down the street.
Suddenly a girl nearby starts to yell:
"Help! Help! I'm being raped and killed!"
She tore a button off herself.
The KGB was on the stakeout, of course.
I was not the first, thousands went to jail this way.
The courts were just an extension of the KGB.
The judge repeated whatever the KGB said.
I got five years in prison.
For attempted rape.
Yes. Woman is the hunter; man is the hunted.
While glamorized in popular culture...
The reality of the Soviet sex spy program was mostly mundane.
Thousands started their intensive training with foreign languages...
International etiquette, and Karl Marx.
In 1956, the Soviet premier set one of the most elaborate sex traps ever.
The French Ambassador Maurice Dejean...
Blessed by de Gaulle and considered a favorite for the next president of France...
Arrived in Moscow with his wife, but was quickly seduced...
By several Bolshoi ballerinas.
Larissa Kronberg was his favorite.
And as an experienced spy, she arranged for his wife...
To leave for a long sail up the Moscow river.
While she procured the necessary compromising material.
When promised no one would see the photos...
Maurice agreed to cooperate with the Russian Secret Service for life.
His colleague, Colonel Louis Gibeau, suffered a worse fate.
When presented with pictures of himself in bed with a Russian spy in 1962...
He refused to collaborate.
Instead, he shot himself in the head.
She seems so kind and caring.
But she'll bring you unfathomable evil.
You don't have to forget...
There was a special department of KGB...
Which was in charge of sort of training women...
In order to get the foreigners in bed.
We called these girls "Legion," or "Legionaries."
Our orders came from the top.
Why "Legion"? Because we were on guard.
And, naturally, all this was based on sex.
A sex spy needs everything.
She should be smart, crafty and cultured.
They had to wear makeup, smell nice, be well-dressed.
In short, they had to stand out from Soviet girls.
They had to fire-up the target.
We didn't recruit Legionaires from the streets.
They selected them from 12-14 years old.
From various organizations like sport clubs.
I was doing ballet when I first met a strange old guy.
They looked us over and photographed us.
That was the start of the recruitment process.
This was the first photo they took of me.
I was thirteen.
First they fully investigate your family.
Then they vet the actual girl.
They analyzed years of my behavior in school.
All the skeletons in my closet, everything.
I knew everything about them.
For instance: "Why are you wearing these stockings today?"
"And not yesterday's? Because they got ripped?"
I had to know this.
If they groomed her for Legion, they taught her everything.
How to do makeup, how to dress fashionably.
How to set a table. Western etiquette.
Only then, did they teach sex.
At home we were girls in ponytails...
In public we were femme fatales.
Before you formally join the service...
Because this is official work...
You had to pass an exam.
That you're not a simple prostitute.
That you can add value.
A bunch of serious old guys led the exams.
We had to catwalk naked in a sauna.
Your physical flexibility, capabilities and strength.
Then blow jobs, massages and everything else.
She finishes with one man; another arrives.
She needs endurance.
If she can pleasure 2-3 men in an hour...
They had to be satisfied and in ecstasy.
Then she's ready to start work.
This is me at 14.
At this age we officially joined.
He said, "See you've caught that man's eye?"
"Can seduce him to leave with you?"
"Where?" I asked. "At a rest house nearby."
I grabbed a bottle of champagne and I did it.
He filmed us.
We had a room with hidden cameras.
After a week...
He came to me and said, "Well..."
"Quite marvelous." And he showed me photos...
Of the victim crying as he lost his Party membership.
"That was your doing, and here is your payment."
I received 900 rubles...
When an engineer got 120 per month.
I went wherever they sent me.
For instance, a board room with a lone Party member.
"Uncle dear, could you please sign this?"
"And who are you?"
"I'm simply Lenochka."
"Well, 'simply Lenochka' I'm not signing any paper."
I said "Uncle, have a look here..."
"I'll tear my shirt and there are two guards outside."
"I'll scream 'He's raping me and I'm only 17!'"
"Think about it, uncle.”
He signed everything.
And I was back at HQ in 90 minutes.
And some of the women were very, very successful.
Like the wife of a very famous sculptor, Konenkov.
She was the mistress of Einstein.
And of course she worked for KGB because...
Konenkova was allowed to work in New York.
And the Manhattan Project was...
Penetrated.
Personally, I think I deserve the honor.
If all my girls complete their missions.
Working efficiently...
And don't discredit me or themselves.
Because in reality it's me doing this.
I guided her through these jobs.
They promised the girls mountains of gold.
But they couldn't care less about us girls.
We were just disposable objects they could use.
We had a file of compromising material on every girl.
She knows I have a file this thick...
And any second...
I can pass some pages to the KGB...
And she'll be on trial for these crimes.
It's not possible to leave Legion.
Except in a body bag.
If we're successfully controlling their lives...
We know she'll never get away from us.
Every day I must know exactly what's in her head...
Or I'm not worth a penny.
Because she will outsmart you.
None of the girls are left.
Nadya.
She was promising, she went off to Kyiv.
She got drunk and blabbed some secret.
Then she was hit by a car.
This was my friend Tanya.
The brunette, Tanyachka.
Should ruined an important mission somehow.
Despite my hopes, I knew should wouldn't live.
She was drowned.
This girl is Victoria.
She fell in love with an Italian she was supposed to recruit.
She had just about succeeded.
But at their last meeting she told him the truth.
They sent her to a psychiatric hospital.
And turned her into a vegetable.
You know...
With the perspective of all these years...
It seems to me now...
In my heart and soul I shouldn't have done that.
But by law I was required to do it.
Bosses were out of control in the Soviet Union.
They didn't listen neither to police nor to prosecutors.
He was god and tsar.
He did whatever he wanted.
Everything happened with the help of boss.
Wife's job: Him.
Husband's promotion: Him.
Apartment: Him.
Everything is Him.
If you are higher up...
In this echelon of power...
You're allowed to do more things and get away with that.
So sex was one of the privileges.
Women who were ambitious...
To make a career to the top.
They had to accept sexual assault as part of their social lifting.
You've got this elite hospital...
Where the nurses were obliged to go to bed...
With the high placed patients.
And the high-placed patients would say:
"We want some full breasted nurses."
It was very, very complicated to say no for a nurse.
One of my female trainees was married to a doctor.
Her husband wanted a transfer to a regional hospital.
So he sent his wife to sleep with the other hospital director.
Even getting an apartment... Because you couldn't buy one.
Even if you had money.
Apartments were state property.
To get a flat you had to be employed and wait in line.
You could wait your whole life and not get one.
But sleep with your boss...
You'll get a flat right away in the best neighborhood.
Yakov Pavlovich Osadchy is 68 years old.
Half his life he's run a pipe production factory.
First we allocate apartments to good employees.
We pay special attention to women.
Because God gave them better figures.
Do you have a name? Yes.
What is your name, dear?
Shura.
Shura-baby... How long have you suffered?
Many years Mr. Pavlovich.
How many without an apartment?
I've been first in line since 1964.
So, you've been waiting for 10 years, huh?
Have patience for half a year more.
So the Director told me:
"You've been at the front of the line five years."
I was first!
Can you imagine?
While we were talking a fly landed on me.
He said: "You push me away but even the flies know you're sweet."
These kinds of hints.
"You'll get an apartment when I get sex."
When a girl suddenly starts to rise at work...
Immediately there is a suspicion...
That her success is because she's the boss's lover.
There was no other way.
Especially secretaries.
They were the number one prostitutes.
They were "Secre-tutes." From the words...
"Secretary" and "prostitute."
If you don't "serve" your boss, you won't work.
How else? Gotta undress, sit down...
Men are sassy. If he likes a woman, he'll turn her life into hell.
As soon as he notices the wench...
She's a goner.
They raped them and no one paid a price.
Especially bosses.
The boss was Melnyk... Oleg Vasilievich.
"If you sleep with me you'll get your full salary and no demerits."
"If you don't, you get nothing."
He gave me potatoes and flour.
Poverty was so bad.
Girls screwed for food, for anything.
Where to complain? To whom?
They lived however they wanted.
They did everything they wanted.
Their lechery was at a level you can't even imagine.
In the army there were these art collectives, like ensembles.
The girls there had to go to bed with the highly placed military.
They could organize orgies and invite these young dancers.
The regional heads invited young girls.
And arranged various games.
The most popular was "The Daisy."
The girls were lined in a circle and the man had each one.
The contest is how many girls he could do.
What the hell are you raping young girls for?
Bastards, aren't there enough women so you're raping children?
Such filthy pleasures.
They satisfied them at the expense of people's lives.
At the expense of souls and blood.
Soviets came: bosses, directors, snakes.
Did what they wanted with women.
This is not true.
She asked for it. She gave him a reason.
"If the bitch doesn't want to fuck..."
"Then the dog is out of luck."
He can't do anything if the girl doesn't agree.
How can you make me have sex?
My mom came home, crying and bleeding.
They dragged her into a barn.
Two men stood on her arms and the third one...
They all raped her by turn.
The elite ignored the Soviet ideals of austerity, modesty,
and sobriety.
And they were far from chaste.
Stalin himself collected nude male drawings.
And scribbled obscene notes in the margins during his free time.
At 35 He began an affair with a thirteen-year-old orphan.
His next lover was a sixteen-year-old runaway.
The secret police codenamed "Glamourpuss."
The Soviet Minister of Culture used his position to commandeer...
A harem of young actresses, ballerinas and schoolgirls.
Whom he and many of his colleagues routinely raped.
It was only when one jumped from her dormitory window...
And her mother read the suicide note that the ring was exposed.
Another leader, Sergei Kirov, was infamous for his nightly requests...
That the most beautiful ballerinas be sent to his apartment.
He was following in the footsteps of the KGB chief Lavrentiy Beria...
Who sent his driver on daily hunts for schoolgirls...
To kidnap and bring back to his cottage.
He raped and murdered countless girls.
Without a free press or courts...
And the threat of punishment against women...
Should they resist, the Soviet Union was in essence...
A continent-sized sexual hunting ground for the powerful.
Whether a local party boss or the General Secretary himself.
How could a warm-blooded people like the Russians...
Could just sweep sex under the rug? Surely there will be an explosion.
This is actually a political question...
That appears in other areas of human life.
Do the illustrious Russian people...
Conduct themselves as normal people?
In regard to human rights, real elections, real voting and not fictions?
But after so much repression, there might be some explosion?
The sexual revolution in Russia...
Will not proceed in a civilized manner.
This sexual revolution could result in a social cataclysm.
Perestroika lit a fire in society.
And then the film "Little Vera" appeared.
It was the first time a woman was shown to be in charge during sex.
In many ways that film marked...
The end of the Soviet system.
The 1980s saw economic and political chaos...
And the AIDS epidemic brutalized Russia as the Soviet Union collapsed.
The 1990s brought further social disintegration.
Sex was everywhere. TV broadcasters stripped naked while reporting the news.
Street corners filled with pornography and prostitutes.
Sexpionage did not die with the Soviet Union.
When Vladimir Putin took over the secret police...
He orchestrated the national broadcast...
Of a sex sting operation against a political enemy of Boris Yeltsin.
He was rewarded with the job of Prime Minister.
Setting the stage for his rise to absolute power.
Totalitarianism did not vanish in 1991.
All these fears remained.
It's horrific that in the 21st century...
This plague is still infecting people.
And draws them to their death.
A person dies there.
It's not a country but a pile of shit.
And it's stinky.
The whole world should unite...
Around the idea to destroy this evil.
An 86 year-old man assaulted in his home...
Who died last night...
Was Russian dissident Mikhael Stern.
He was a world famous dissident.
Along with Sakharov, Solzhenitsyn and Sharansky.
After a campaign was organized to free him...
By Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir...
He was released from gulag and settled in Amsterdam...
Where, almost thirty years later, he met this tragic end.