Richard Lourie - Putin

The image of Berezovsky stumbling away from the smoking wreckage of his Mercedes is, in its way, an oligarch icon. It was a perfect example of Nietzsche’s “What does not kill us makes us stronger.” Only prison and death could stop those men in Russia who had dedicated their every waking moment to the acquisition of fabled wealth.

Berezovsky, born in 1946, an only child, a Jew, took Russian maximalism to the max. His applied-mathematics lab needed not only to flourish but to win the Nobel Prize. When he pursued wealth, only billions would do. Others said of him, “He uses every person to the maximum. That is his principle of life,” and he said of himself: “Everything I do, I do to an absolutely maximum degree.” [158] Chrystia Freeland, Sale of the Century (New York: Crown, 2000), p. 134. If Berezovsky wanted to speak with you, he would wait on your doorstep for hours or follow you fully dressed into the shower at your athletic club. Short, dark-haired, dark-eyed, he vibrated with incessant nervous energy. If he ever had a moment’s peace in his life, he would not have had the slightest idea what to do with it. “He was in one place one minute. And in another the next. He had a million phone calls. A million places where he was to arrive. Another million places where he promised to arrive but never went,” recalled a colleague. [159] Hoffman, The Oligarchs , p. 132. He was insistent, infuriating, charming.

The USSR was officially based on so-called scientific socialism, and in the country’s waning days its rulers hoped science would save socialism. A great deal of hope, trust, and credence were placed in institutes and labs, like Berezovsky’s, which studied the mathematics of decision making. That plugged him into industry, specifically the auto industry, on a high level and allowed him to make a fortune by obtaining cars from the state with loans that soaring inflation allowed him to pay back with much cheaper rubles.

Berezovsky also wormed his way into the Kremlin by publishing Yeltsin’s ghostwritten memoirs in a deluxe edition that greatly pleased the “author,” who was even more pleased by the tremendous checks from the inflated, if not in some cases utterly bogus, foreign sales that Berezovsky routinely presented. Bribes disguised by vanity as royalties.

Now in the Kremlin’s inner circle, Berezovsky could put his capital to good use. He gained a controlling interest in the national airline, Aeroflot, and the television broadcast company ORT, which gave him access to the burgeoning advertising revenue; but more important, it gave him political power because Russians got their news and views from TV, as they do to this day.

His two daughters attended Cambridge. He had a new, glamorous trophy wife. He had attained both significant wealth and significant power. Nothing could stop him.

The post-Soviet Russian government may still have had enough nuclear power to destroy the planet, but it couldn’t pay its bills. Teachers, nurses, pensioners, weren’t being paid. Inflation was still sky-high. And there were presidential elections coming in 1996. Yeltsin could easily lose. Already there was a powerful nostalgia for Soviet stability, which the Communist Party promised to restore.

Yelstin was increasingly seen as a fool, a has-been, a drunk. Gorbachev had alienated Russians by his clampdown on vodka; Yeltsin had alienated them by his overreliance on it. At the final ceremony for the withdrawal of Russian troops from Germany in August 1994, Yeltsin grabbed the baton from the Berlin Police Orchestra leader’s hand and began vigorously conducting himself. Good for a laugh, but an uncomfortable one. His popularity rating was in the single digits and flirting with zero.

To win the upcoming election, Yeltsin needed money. A deal was worked out and given the rather innocuous name “Loans for Shares.” The oligarchs with cash would loan the government money; shares in state-owned industries would be held as collateral. It was clear to all that the government would never be able to pay back the loans. And when the time came to auction off those shares held as collateral, the people currently holding them made sure the auctions were rigged in their favor, though a few face-saving forms were observed. Still, if an airport had to be closed to prevent unwanted prospective bidders from arriving, that airport would be closed.

Chrystia Freeland, who covered those turbulent times as Moscow bureau chief for the Financial Times , called Loans for Shares a “Faustian bargain” [160] Freeland, Sale of the Century , p. 169. because the young and still committed reformers like Chubais knew the sale of the immense state enterprises to a handful of rich men would put an end to the free-wheeling capitalism they dreamed of. Chubais and Yeltsin consistently said: “We do not need hundreds of millionaires, but millions of property owners.” [161] Hoffman, The Oligarchs , p. 308. But the choice was stark: either give the tycoons control of the economy or lose the election to the Communists. Chubais found an eschatological formulation: “Isn’t it clear that there is one and only one question facing Russsia today: will there be a second coming of communism—or not?” [162] Philip Berman, review of Leon Aron, Yeltsin , Philadelphia Inquirer , April 16, 2000. A Red scare in Russia of all places.

The Communists’ leader, a colorless apparatchik by the name of Gennady Zyuganov, had suddenly come to life and been the hit of the World Economic Forum in Davos in February 1996. He presented Western leaders and businessmen with an image of sober, serious dependability. To Chubais’s horror, those Western leaders danced attendance on Zyuganov: “The world’s most powerful businessmen, with world-famous names, who with their entire appearance demonstrated that they were seeking support of the future president of Russia, because it was clear to everyone that Zyuganov was going to be the future president of Russia.” [163] Hoffman, The Oligarchs , p. 326. At Davos, George Soros warned Boris Berezovsky that if Zyuganov was elected, as he certainly would be, Berezovsky would “hang from a lamppost” [164] Ibid., p. 328. and advised him to leave Russia.

But nothing energized Berezovsky like a good crisis. He made peace with his enemy Vladimir Gusinsky, who owned the other major TV network. Now the airwaves that had throbbed with criticism of Yeltsin’s prolonged, expensive, and apparently unwinnable war in Chechnya began to sound the alarm of a Communist resurgence and to beat the drums for Yeltsin. Zyuganov, though taking advantage of the free television time due him by law and buying some in addition, preferred to communicate with his constituency in written form—poster, newspaper, leaflet. This was a throwback to Soviet times, but not entirely a foolish decision, since the Communist Party still had 500,000 members, a large percentage of whom could be mobilized for door-to-door campaigning. Better a personable youth delivering a leaflet to your door than yet another talking head on the screen.

But there were other deeply retro aspects to the Communist campaign. The evil stink of anti-Semitism was very much in the air. When Zyuganov spoke of “the cosmopolitan elite of international capital,” [165] Aron, Yeltsin , p. 596. which was using the United States to destroy Russia, everyone knew what he meant—the cabal of Jews that ran the world as described in the tsarist secret-police forgery The Protocols of the Elders of Zion . Yeltsin and company were not just political opponents but “the turncoats, destroyers and traitors of the Fatherland who currently rule in the Kremlin.” [166] Ibid., p. 607. But Zyuganov made practical proposals as well—rents would not exceed 15 percent of income, the army would be rebuilt, natural resources would be renationalized, but law-abiding, tax-paying privatized enterprises would, though with great distaste, be tolerated.