Enter Aleksandr Dugin

One evening, a young man appeared at the Klyazma dacha, brought by an acquaintance. He looked no more than 18. His head was shaved, but he had an aristocratic bearing and a quick wit. He was immediately charismatic, and came carrying a guitar. Strumming away around a bonfire in the evening sunset, he belted out a song: ‘Fuck the Damned Sovdep’.⁷ Even by the extreme tastes of the mystical underground this was borderline stuff, calling for the mass murder of the Soviet leadership and conquest of the globe by Russian ‘legions’:

The fucking end of the Sovdep
Is just around the corner
Two million in the river
Two million in the oven
Our revolvers will not misfire.

‘We all just fell down and worshipped him’, said Dudinsky. ‘What a great song! He was like the messiah.’ His name was Alexander Dugin, and he was the newest recruit to the Moscow mystical underground.

7. Sovdep was a White Russian epithet for the Bolshevik leadership, dating from the 1920s.

—Charles Clover, Black Wind, White Snow, (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2016), 154.