Soviet   Russia’s    secrecy     and     paranoia    are     legendary   to  the     point   of
caricature, but they    were    also    real:   information of  all kinds   was so  strictly
controlled   that    ordinary    Russians    were    uninformed,     or  intentionally
misinformed,    about   politically sensitive   areas.  The Far East    contained
many    such    zones,  including   important   mines,  gulags, and military    bases.
Because Primorye    and southern    Khabarovsk  Territory   were    effectively
sandwiched   between     China   and     the     Pacific     coast   (which  was     deemed
vulnerable   to  Japanese    and     American    infiltration),  security    was
particularly     tight   there.  As  a   result,     Markov  was     going   from    one
forbidden   zone    to  another;    this    was a   place   that    he  and many    of  his fellow
draftees    may not have    even    known   existed.    Despite nearly  two decades of
relative    openness,   this    is  apparently  still   the case,   if  for different   reasons.
When     a   literate    young   Muscovite,  bound   for     a   prestigious     American
music    school,     was     asked   about   Primorye    in  July    of  2008,   he  said    he
hadn’t  heard   of  it. “Maybe  it’s    near     Iran,”  he  guessed.^3     To  the  more
straightforward question,   “Are    there   tigers  in  Russia?”    he  answered,   “I
think   only    in  the circus.”    For many    Russian urbanites,  “Russia”    stops   at
the Urals,  if  not sooner. Beyond  that    is  Siberia—a   bad joke,   and after
that,   well,   who really  cares?
In  the minds   of  most    Russians,   the Far East    lies    over    the edge    of  the
known   world   and is, itself, a   form    of  oblivion.   For any European    Russian,
whether ordinary    worker  or  privileged  member  of  the nomenklatura,*  a
one-way ticket  like    Markov’s    was tantamount  to  banishment. His was the
same    route   undertaken  by  hundreds    of  thousands   of  exiles  dating  back    to
Czarist times.  Some    of  the country’s   most    notorious   prisons and labor
camps   were    located there,  including   the dreaded and,    for many    years,
unmentionable   Sakhalin    Island, a   frigid  and lonely  sub-planet  from    which
many    never   returned.
Regardless  of  what    he  knew    beforehand, Markov’s    nonstop train   ride
from    the thickly settled shadowlands of  the Iron    Curtain to  the vast    and
empty   wilderness  hugging Asia’s  Pacific coast   would   have    been    radical
and  disorienting,   not     to  mention     interminable.   The     journey     from
Kaliningrad to  Khabarovsk, the regional    capital of  the Far East,   takes   one
