Next to the dead body on the ground lay a passport bearing the surname “Navalny.” It belonged to one of those killed in the Ukrainian village of Bucha. Ilya Ivanovich Navalny. Everything indicates that he was killed because of his surname. That is why the passport was demonstratively thrown down beside him. Putin’s executioners (because what else can you call them? Certainly not “Russian soldiers”) killed a completely innocent man because he and I shared the same last name. Apparently, they hoped he was a relative. I do not know whether he was related to me. He came from the same village as my father. So perhaps he was a relative, but in general there are many Navalnys in that village. I remember being struck by this as a child when I looked at the memorial to those killed in the Great Patriotic War (the Soviet term for World War II). I was used to thinking my surname was rare, and there were several Navalnys listed one after another. And now there will be another memorial in Ukraine to those killed in the war, where among the others will be Ilya Ivanovich Navalny, born in 1961. This war, too, was unleashed by a raving maniac obsessed with some delusional ideas about geopolitics, history, and the world order. This maniac will not stop on his own. He is addicted, as if to a drug, to death, war, and lies—they are what he needs to stay in power. It is everyone’s duty to make some contribution, however small, to stopping this war and removing Putin from power. Protest wherever you can and however you can. Campaign however you can and with whomever you can. Inaction is the worst thing of all. And right now, its consequence is death.