“They killed Boyarsky. 01/11/95 at 10.30, in the city, lying in his house, 3rd entrance. Burov. 9.25. 12.01.95.” Exactly ten years ago, this piece of paper, torn from a checkered school notebook, was handed to me by a stranger. The note was intended for Vladimir Stepanenko, who was also unknown to me, from apartment No. 15 in building 137-a on Lenin Avenue. And although he lived nearby, Burov himself did not really want to go to the specified address.