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"Leave?" Dmitri scoffs. "And go where? Everything we know is broken. But it's our broken."

Silence. The camera holds on the teacher’s face – not anger, but confusion. He doesn’t have a party directive for this. Russian.Teens.3.Glasnost.Teens

Moscow, 1988. Arbat Street, 11:47 PM.

For the first time, they aren't whispering. "Leave

Viktor, now in a cowboy shirt from the black market, screams into the mic: "We don’t know what comes next!" 1988. Arbat Street

A teacher, red-faced, pounds the podium. "Comrades, the West wants to destroy our values!"