This book didn’t work for me, and by that I mean it sucked. Firstly, the description on the back of the book describes part 2, which begins after the halfway point. This section was fine. The preceding section (again, half the book) lacked any narrative. I suppose you could call it a character study of characters I grew to hate. There is a focus on the minutia of horse racing and betting that if someone forced on you at a party would have you eyeing an exit in 30 seconds flat. Instead, you spend well over a hundred pages on information only interesting to race enthusiasts with completely unlikeable and forgettable characters. The protagonist couldn’t lack more charm. To that end- I’m not saying the author hates women, but I also can’t say why you’d write the book the way he did if he didn’t. I wouldn’t recommend this to anyone except maybe racetrack enthusiasts or people really into Soviet history, and even then, do yourself a favor- skip straight to part 2.