He then got excommunicated from the Soviet party and almost sent to a gulag for believing he was doing the right thing in exposing corruption by the apparatchiks embezzling machinery from the steel processing plant where he was an engineer, and was forced to work as a PR agent for a spiritual healer, and as a smuggler of cars and parts from Europe.
When he died a couple of years ago, I ransacked his secret stash of documents, and found leaflets for the ‘spiritual healer’ which my grandad designed, claiming he could cure Down’s syndrome by the power of “white Jewish magic”.
Poor bastard!