Han Ong

If I can stay safe myself.

The next day they parted ways.

Nikolai Mikhailovich and his son left for Moscow and Boris Ivanovich for Vologda.

Boris Ivanovich evaded arrest for four years.

He got used to the idea that he'd eventually be caught and so he lived recklessly, gambling with his life.

He began in the Vologda region, then for three months he stayed in Tver at the fidgety, full-throated Anastasia's house, then, having grown completely brazen, he moved closer to Moscow and took up residence at the dacha of a distant relative.

It occurred to him that perhaps no one was even looking for him.

His friend Ilya helped him a great deal.

He preserved his entire collection with the exception of the pieces that went abroad.

Everything on the other side was going swimmingly.

At the end of 1976, he had a show in Cologne called Russia Nature Laid Bare.

The hideous old women frolicked in their frames.

They were having a good time.

This was when they finally caught him, four years after his disappearance.

Boris Ivanovich got off with two years and an absurd charge.

Pornography.

It wasn't the anti-Soviet Bologna that got him, or the mausoleum made of Bologna, not even the terrible portrait made out of sausage of the leader holding a cut-off piece of his own ear on the tines of a fork.

It was pornography.

After doing two years in a camp in Arkhangelsk, he emigrated to Europe with his new wife, Raika, a little Jewish woman, slippery and solid as a rock, something like Anastasia.

They were living happily in Europe until recently.