I’m in Komsomolsk-na-Amure, in the Russian Far East. I was exiting the city’s WWII memorial, when I suddenly spotted a familiar face. It can’t be, can it? Yes it is!

Stalin himself.

Smiling calmly, without a care in the world.

What was most startling is that the bust is quite new, erected just last year.  To be fair, it’s part of a row of busts of the great Soviet Marshals of WWII.  But it still felt very odd to see him suddenly appearing – shiny, new and entirely unrepentant.