New Novodevichy Cemetery.
Yarebin was dead, but he received a state funeral. From any angle, he truly received the treatment he deserved.
Yarebin could never become a great figure of his time, but in Yang Yi's heart, Yarebin was a legend, a great man forged by the epoch.
To Yarebin's enemies, to those who suffered miserably because of him, to those tortured to the point of wishing for death, Yarebin was finally gone. He should have died long ago. Yet this person who should have been dead long ago could be hated, but also had to be respected.
Strictly speaking, Yarebin did not inspire respect, but he undoubtedly inspired fear. Thank goodness he was truly gone.
Yang Yi approached Yarebin's tomb with a sense of reverence and admiration. What particularly surprised him—no, what shocked him—was that Yarebin's grave had a headstone in front.
Anton stood before the headstone, his head bowed. He did not shed tears but stared solemnly at the epitaph.