The film, like Suvorov’s original book, reflects his version, as it so happened that he was branded a traitor to the Motherland. He was warned of the possibility of not joining the Organization, from which there is no way back, without explaining - and he himself did not guess - that he could keep himself in it, without becoming an expendable material, he could, if he was lucky, only by eradicating the usual human in himself - in general, he did not fit for moral and volitional qualities. This looks like a blatant breach of the defective methodology of personnel selection to the Organization, or a problem of the specific moral and volitional qualities required for survival in the mechanism of its self-cleaning, which made the share of betrayal inevitable.
In general, it seems like a set of illustrations - good, but no more - suitable for distribution between the pages of the literary basis, where there is both horror and drive with pathos, with which the film is not very. Maybe there will be a brighter film adaptation. The film is amazing with the impression of the complete (with a considerable proportion of Russians, and even in the main role) “foreignness” of the cast, physiognomy and habits of the characters are not at all ours; time after time they are taken to sing about the frost, but the intonation is clearly not those, without tears – on something like them, spies, always catch. . .