Part 1 It was a sin. I knew that. I knew that it is and I fought it and I was afraid. But it was a terribly strong temptation, too; unending, coming from somewhere else or from inside of me. And I fell. Again and again. I felt guilt, anger and despair, and vowed that I will resist countless times, and I took my vows seriously and really fought the sinful urge. But there always came a point when that other voice got to me—...

"These two powers determined the course of history almost all over the world; that's why it's called a bipolar world order," I explain to the camera in front of my laptop when I hear the door open and you come in from the outside in December, cold and, somehow, hot air coming in your footsteps. "Uh, wait a moment, please," I say to the student I'm giving the private lesson to and mute the microphone. "Hi," I say, turning...