Novaya Gazeta managed to get into the sinister "Kobyakov Wicker Factory," which, according to the Investigative Committee’s findings, is one of the country’s largest centers for fraud and the subsequent laundering of money. Every business transaction it ever conducted is now being declared a crime allegedly prepared and orchestrated by A. Navalny.
At the gate, you’re met by a gloomy bearded peasant-type in a padded jacket: “Orders are not to let anyone through without ID,” he says. “Anatoly Ivanovich will be here shortly, and then we’ll sort it out.”. It’s written in a very funny style. Like, “Stepanych frowned and barked at the little horse. ‘Hey, don’t you touch that!’ he shouted, adjusting his torn fur hat with earflaps.” I love that kind of thing. It immediately brings to mind Sorokin’s Blue Lard. And the absurdity of what’s going on is very much on the same level as Blue Lard. The only thing missing is underground gnomes.