Sinclair's inauguration, the Kremlin Connection

[Jay]

The cabin of the President’s Plane was dimly lit, with a quiet tension hanging in the air. President Boris Boris sat in his seat, reviewing briefing papers, while his daughters, Zhanna and Sofia Nemtsova, sat across from him, with Zhanna sipping tea as she gazed out the window and Sofia read a book. The steady hum of the engines permeated through the cabin as a stewardess placed a cup of mint tea in front of Boris.

"You know, it wasn’t always like this," Boris said quietly, without looking up from his papers as he read the latest news from the Washington Post.
Zhanna turned to him. "What wasn’t?"

"America," Boris replied, leaning back and folding his hands as he put the paper down. "The Cold War. Back then, the idea of a Russian president flying in for the inauguration of an American president would've been... unimaginable." He paused for a moment, his eyes distant. "I’m not sure if that makes me proud or worried."

"Can't it be both?" Zhanna asked, smirking.

"It usually is," Boris said, smiling faintly.

Zhanna studied her father for a moment, sensing the weight of the thoughts occupying his mind. "What's bothering you, Dad? Is it him? President-elect Sinclair?"

"No," Boris admitted, sighing. "It is the alternative vision that some Americans wanted. A former military officer, brilliant, fiercely nationalistic. Everyone’s touting his presidency as a new chapter for America, but I can’t shake the feeling that if he had won we wouldn’t be flying to America nor would we be celebrating."
He looked out the window, his voice becoming softer. "And there’s history. You know that the American public has never truly seen Russia as a friend. They’ve either seen it as an enemy or a backwards place. All that we are putting our faith in is President-elect Sinclair.

"And what do you say?" Zhanna asked

"Every man is the blacksmith of his own happiness," Boris answered, his gaze still fixed on Poland that was below them.

Zhanna leaned forward, speaking with a candor to her father. "Is that what is really bothering you? Or are you worried about something closer to home?” She asked while looking at the newspaper of her father’s declining approval ratings.

Boris thought about it for a long moment before turning to his daughter. "I trust that he’ll do what he thinks is right for America. What I don’t know is whether what’s right for America is going to be right for the world. Americans are not hard to read. He presents himself as the spirit of America, but the forces around him may try to guide him elsewhere.

Zhanna listened intently to her father’s voice. "I’ve spent my entire presidency trying to bring us closer to a world where we don’t have to wonder if our neighbors are preparing for war. But when I look at the world today... I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if all I’ve done is make Russia weak. A peaceful inauguration will be a good change of scenery. However the battle is yet to be fought for the future of the global order. I don’t know if I am the right person for that battle.”

"Father.” Sofia said interjecting her sister. “You made a promise to the Russian people. You’d fight for democracy and human rights and against corruption and the oligarchy. Our leaders have spent too long thinking about the world. I voted for you because you promised to think about the Russian people. To hell if that order falls apart. You’re the President of the Russian people.

Boris chuckled, rubbing his eyes. "I appreciate that Sofka, I do.

A brief silence passed between them all, filled with the soft hum of the engines. Zhanna shifted, her voice softening as she ventured into a more personal subject. "You know, Mom would've loved this trip."

"She would’ve hated the cold," Boris said, and they all laughed. ”But her duties called her elsewhere.” Boris continued, his voice tinged with a hint of respect. "She never forgot those vows. To her family, to me, or to her work."

Sofia looked at her father and sister before adding, “And you should not forget your father. To us, to mom, or to the Russian people. Even now. Forget those damn presstitutes and their liars in the media."

Boris turned his head slightly, meeting his daughter’s gaze. For a brief moment, the formidable president gave way to the father, touched by the reassurance in her words. "I’m trying," he said softly. "But sometimes I wonder if history’s already made its decisions, and I’ll just be swept aside."

Zhanna leaned back, considering his words. "Maybe. Or maybe it has yet to choose.” Boris smiled, as he took another sip from his tea. There was a knock on the door, Grigorij Mirov, the head of his security detail entered.

Grigorij stepped forward, "Forgive me, sir. Ma’ams” Grischa said with a nod to the two daughters of the President.

Nemtsov’s gaze flickered toward him. "Grischa not at all. Please come in. Come in.”

Grigorij took a seat in front of the President. “Thank you sir. I must ask to speak in private of course. If you don’t mind, sir."

"Not at all.” Boris said giving both his daughter a kiss on the forehead as they went to their own seats outside the plane. “What do you have for me, Grigorij?" Boris asked.

Grischa clasped his hands in front of him. "Your itinerary has been cleared with the Secret Service. The visit to Boston will go as planned. Security around the campus has been doubled—our current intelligence suggests no immediate threat there. We’ve spoken with the Secret Service and they’ve also conducted an intelligence analysis on the threat. Rest assured we’re taking this very seriously."

"I’m sure the biggest threat will be a few college students who think Russia is the harbinger of death and destruction," Boris said as a joke chuckling to himself. “A few anti-Russian protestors here and there.”

"All the threats are being monitored, of course," Grigorij cut in, his tone steely. "The Secret Service has put a few people on our radar but our advance team has not produced any results of concern. We do not believe they are planning something, however I wanted to keep you in the loop on something.”

The President’s eyes darkened. "What sort of 'something'?"

Grigorij gave a slight tilt of his head. "There are some Chechen radicals in America that have found sympathizers in the United States. We believe they have been given refuge, and are leveraging the freedoms afforded by American soil to rebuild their networks. There is no concern at the moment and I don’t want you to stress out. Of course

The President sat up straight, his hands pressing into the desk. "And what does Washington know?"

"Officially? They’ve said that there are semi-credible threats and they are watching something," Grigorij said. "Unofficially, I suspect they are aware but hesitant to act. It’ll look bad if the Secret Service arrests a bunch of Chechens and it looks like they’re doing it at our behest.

Boris nodded as he took in what Grischa was saying. "And your recommendation?"

"We are remaining vigilant. However I do ask you to stick with our adjustments. We’d rather not leave you exposed. The Ku Klux Klan and neo-Nazis are an active threat. People may be armed in public and gun violence is a daily reality. New England is rather safer but it’ll be important to maintain tight security in Florida." Grigorij replied, his voice low but firm.

Boris stared at Grigorij for a long moment, before nodding his voice heavy with finality. "I trust you Grischa. Keep me in the loop. I’ll deal with my daughters.”

Grigorij bowed his head slightly. "Yes sir.” Before he left he turned his head and handed him a file. “I thought you’d find this funny sir." He said handing him a secured secret service file. Boris looked at the paper and laughed.

Alex Jones, American political commentator, wrote: “President Nemstov is actually an intergalactic space reptile and he shouldn't be allowed into the United States”.

After what felt like only a few hours there was a knock on the door. Dimitry Smirnoff, Nemtsov’s Chief of Staff, entered the room with a clipboard in hand.
"Mr. President, we’re about 40 minutes out. The Ambassador will be waiting on the tarmac," Dimitry informed him.
"Thank you, Dima," Boris said with a nod as he wiped his face with a towel. As Dima turned to leave, Boris called after him. "Dima, you’ve read up on Sinclair. What are your thoughts?"

Dima paused, considering the question before responding in his usual straightforward manner. "He’s smart. He Is disciplined. But he’s got a lot of people pulling at him. It’ll be difficult to unite the American people in this climate. An assassination attempt on his predecessor, both the left and right angry that they got a watered down alternative, and more importantly congress." Dima said before adding on to his thoughts. “He has a tough battle ahead of him. That is for sure. But, he is smart on his feet, he stepped up to a national challenge, and he's a career politician. He’s better than the alternative even if others think otherwise." Dimitry said remembering what Mili had told him back in the Kremlin.

Boris nodded. "That’s what worries me."

Dima stepped closer, lowering his voice. "He’s not an ideologue. That’s a good thing. He doesn’t want chaos, but he’ll do whatever puts America first. Sometimes that’ll conflict with what we want. He's going to do whatever keeps the country stable in his view. That might not always align with our goals."

Boris looked at Dima seeking an answer. "So where do you think this is going?"

Dima shrugged slightly, "Hard to say. It is a good opportunity to get a feel of him and set a good interpersonal relationship. If we’re ever on a collision course that relationship will be important.”

"I don’t like guessing," Boris said, his voice edged with frustration.

Dima smiled faintly, his tone softening. "That’s why you brought me, sir. I do the guessing so you don’t have to."

"Do we have a strategy?" Boris asked, more out of habit than necessity wanting to know how to deal with the Americans.

"We keep it simple," Dima replied. "Respectful but firm. Acknowledge the importance of the moment but remind him that the world’s watching. Subtle pressure. Let him know we’re here to be partners but there is a cost to continued American exceptionalism."

Boris rubbed his eyes, the weight of the presidency pressing heavily on him. "Sometimes I feel like a man walking a tightrope between the past and the future. And all I can do is hope I won’t fall."

Dima gave him a reassuring look. "And we’ll be there to catch you if you do."

Boris met his gaze, appreciating Dima’s steady hand at his side. "For now, that’s the best we can hope for."

The cold Boston air whipped across the tarmac at Logan International Airport as a convoy of black SUVs, escorted by local police, positioned themselves near the arrival terminal. The sun was just beginning to rise when the radio crackled: “Russian Air Force One, approaching.” Security had been in place for hours; the U.S. Secret Service had coordinated extensively with the Russian Federal Protective Service (FSO) to secure the area, closing off roads and establishing a tight perimeter around the airport. Snipers were stationed on nearby rooftops, scanning the horizon, while tactical units patrolled discreetly, ready to respond to any threat. Boston police, alongside FBI agents, stood at key positions to ensure no unauthorized personnel approached the restricted zones.

Moments later, the sleek silhouette of the Russian Il-96 aircraft appeared in the distance, escorted by air support, as the FAA had temporarily restricted airspace over Boston. As the plane taxied to a halt, a team of Secret Service agents moved into position, checking for potential threats. Russian embassy staff stood ready, and a senior State Department official were already walking toward the aircraft door, waiting to greet President Nemtsov.

Once the Russian President descended the steps, his armored motorcade, previously flown in on An-124 Ruslan cargo planes, awaited him. The vehicles were equipped with advanced countermeasures, the President’s blood type, and other necessary equipment for the President’s trip. Local law enforcement had shut down the motorcade route, and all traffic was rerouted to ensure a smooth journey to the President’s accommodations at the Prentiss House.

President Nemtsov and his family descended the stairs of Air Force One and greeted the American and Russian officials waiting on the tarmac. After a few brief moments captured by television crews the Russian President and his family entered their vehicles. Helicopters hovered overhead, providing real-time surveillance, while officers on the ground cleared the path.

As the motorcade sped through Boston’s empty streets, all eyes were on the sky and the streets below. Tactical units, trained for rapid response, were positioned at key points along the route. U.S. and Russian security agents remained in constant communication, coordinating movements and ensuring everything was proceeding as planned.

By the time the convoy reached Prentiss House, Secret Service agents stood watch alongside FSO operatives with the entire neighborhood block under watch. Evacuation routes had been pre-planned, with contingencies for medical emergencies and sudden threats in place. The city was calm, but for those in the know, the layers of security were as dense and impenetrable as they could be, ensuring the Russian President’s safety during his visit.

 

[Jay]

As the Russian President prepared to leave his accommodations for a keynote speech at Harvard, the coordinated efforts between the Russian Federal Protective Service (FSO) and the U.S. Secret Service did not go unnotice. The clock ticked closer to the President’s departure, and both agencies were fully engaged, reviewing every aspect of the security plan for the motorcade route and Harvard University itself.

At the President’s accommodations, the FSO conducted a final security sweep, ensuring the perimeter was secure, while agents on the inside scanned for potential threats. In the lobby, Secret Service agents liaised with their Russian counterparts, checking communication devices and ensuring encrypted channels were operational. Bulletproof SUVs stood idling outside, part of the motorcade already loaded with decoy vehicles, with drivers briefed on the emergency exit routes. At a designated undisclosed location, medical teams and rapid-response units were on standby.

Minutes before the President was expected to leave, Secret Service and FSO officers gathered near the motorcade at his accommodations for a final check-in. The radios buzzed with updates. "Route clear. All checkpoints are secure." Surveillance drones and helicopters monitored from above, while ground teams had closed off key intersections. Boston police and state troopers lined the streets from the house to the university, ensuring a clear path.

The motorcade was lined up in front of the house street, engines humming in quiet anticipation. A light drizzle had started to fall over Boston, glistening on the sleek black SUVs, but that did little to deter the small crowd of photographers and onlookers gathered just beyond the security barriers. The Russian and American flags fluttered in the wind, side by side, symbolizing the significance of the visit.

Inside the home lobby, President Nemtsov adjusted his suit, glancing at the time on his watch before nodding to his chief of staff, Dimitry Smirnoff, standing a few feet away. His two daughters, Sofia and Zhanna, stood near him, chatting quietly. Grigorij Mirov walked back over to Nemtsov after he exchanged nods with his team, then turned to the U.S. Secret Service agents waiting nearby.

Agent Blackwells, a tall man with a serious expression and a neatly pressed suit, stepped forward. "Mr. Mirov," he said, his voice calm, "we're all set. The motorcade is in position, and the route is clear. We've confirmed air support is active, and there are no reported threats along the way."

Grischa, gave a curt nod. "Understood. You’ll have the lead vehicle, and my team will follow directly behind. We’ll handle the close protection once we reach Harvard, as I understand your tactical units will take points for perimeter security."

Agent Blackwell glanced at Nemtsov, then back to Grischa. "Exactly. We'll have eyes on all key points as we move. Boston State and Local Police are coordinating with us to keep the streets sealed. Don’t worry. It isn’t our first rodeo"

Nemtsov, standing a few feet away, stepped into the conversation, his tone cordial but firm. "Gentlemen, I trust everything is running smoothly?" He looked from Grischa to Agent Blackwell, offering a smile

Grischa gave a small, reassuring smile. "Yes, Gospodin Prezident, everything is in order. We’ll be moving soon."

Agent Blackwell added, "Mr. President, our team has been coordinating with the FSO for the past 72 hours. The cooperation has been excellent. We’ll ensure your safety from here to Harvard and throughout your visit. Don’t worry"

Nemtsov nodded appreciatively. "Thank you both. I have no doubt that Agent Blackwell. I know it hasn’t always been easy to blend different protocols, but I appreciate the professionalism. I hope Grischa isn’t giving you a hard time.”

“Nothing I would not be doing for my President.” Agent Blackwell said with a nod to Grischa.
Grischa, with a knowing look, responded quietly, “We’ve made it work, sir.”

Nemtsov smiled slightly, knowing Grischa’s meticulous nature. “Yes you have. I hope you’ve picked a good nickname for me, Agent Brackwell.” Nemtsov said with a smile. FSO agents moved around the entrance, giving final signals to Agent Blackwells.

Agent Blackwell checked his watch and then looked back at Grischa. "Ready when you are."

Nemtsov nodded, giving one last look at his surroundings. "Let’s go, then."

With that, Grischa signaled his team, and the President moved toward the exit, flanked by both Russian and American security agents.

"Ready?" President Nemtsov asked, smiling at his daughters, who nodded eagerly.

With a final deep breath, Nemtsov stepped through the large doors of the house, greeted by a small flash of camera lights. A composed smile spread across his face as he waved to the photographers. The security agents immediately formed a protective barrier around him, though the atmosphere remained relaxed. Nemtsov took a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a nod and a wave before descending the steps toward the waiting motorcade.

Dimitry Smirnoff walked just behind him, keeping pace with the President while maintaining a respectful distance. The photographers continued to snap pictures as Nemtsov approached the vehicle, his daughters flanking him, both looking poised and graceful in their tailored coats.

As the President reached the armored SUV, he paused briefly, turning once more to wave at the cameras. His smile seemed genuine, even warm, before he ducked into the car, followed closely by his daughters and Smirnoff. The door shut softly behind them, leaving the sounds of the city outside as the car interior fell into a quiet, focused atmosphere.

Inside, the President leaned back into the leather seat, his smile fading into the familiar mask of concentration. He glanced at Dimitry Smirnoff, seated across from him. "Dimitry, how's the schedule looking? Any updates from the team at Harvard?" He asked, looking over the speech once again.

Smirnoff glanced at his tablet, tapping a few notes before answering. "Everything is proceeding as planned. FSO and Secret Service have completed all their sweeps, and the venue is secured. The guests are arriving.

"Good," Nemtsov nodded, his thoughts briefly drifting before he turned his gaze to Sofia and Zhanna, seated beside him. "How was Boston Commons, did you girls like the park?"

Zhanna, the older of the two, smiled reassuringly. "Yes, it was lovely. Quiet scenic to be completely honest. There is this lovely cafe nearby where Sofia and I had the best cake."

Sofia, the younger daughter, added with a hint of a grin, "The public library was amazing! I loved it."

Nemtsov chuckled softly, "When you get into Harvard then you can enjoy the public garden and library all day if you want."

The tension mounted as the motorcade prepared to leave, and once the signal was given, the armored vehicles rolled out. With that, the motorcade slowly began to pull away from the house. FSO and Secret Service agents rode alongside the President, their eyes scanning the horizon, fully attuned to their surroundings. They were backed by air surveillance units tracking the motorcade’s every move. Within minutes, they would arrive at Harvard, where a secure zone had been established, and every contingency plan was set in motion to ensure the Russian President’s safety on U.S. soil.

As the President’s departure drew closer, teams at Harvard stood ready. Secret Service agents stationed along the motorcade route watched for any suspicious activity, while the FSO’s tactical team stationed at the university maintained constant communication with both ground and air surveillance. At every junction, agents remained vigilant.

The sun was beginning to set over Harvard as the final stages of security were set into motion. Inside Harvard’s main campus, the FSO and the U.S. Secret Service were taking no chances. With the President’s arrival drawing near, the focus shifted to securing Harvard’s renowned science labs and ensuring that nothing from the high-tech equipment stored there could be used as a weapon in any potential assault.

In the labs, rows of cutting-edge research equipment stood untouched, monitored by tight security. Secret Service agents, joined by FBI bomb experts, methodically swept through each lab. Equipment capable of generating high voltage or using hazardous materials was flagged, closely inspected, and locked down under surveillance. All students and faculty had been evacuated earlier, leaving only security personnel inside. Any lab equipment capable of being weaponized had been double-checked and secured in locked areas accessible only to the authorities. FSO operatives stood nearby, reviewing surveillance footage from security cameras inside the labs, watching for any irregularities.

At the same time, back at the venue hall, where the President would soon deliver his speech, FSO agents began a second, thorough sweep for explosives. Dressed in tactical gear, they moved silently through the now-bustling venue, combing every corner and crevice. Dog sniffers, specially trained to detect bombs, were led through the seating areas, sniffing at chairs, podiums, and even inside air vents. An FSO technician manned a handheld device, scanning for wireless frequencies that might suggest a remote-triggered explosive. All the while, the agents communicated with the Secret Service team stationed at key points, their radios humming with constant updates: “Clear, section A. Moving to section B.”

Outside the venue, crowds were slowly filtering in, each person passing through a heavily monitored security checkpoint. The Secret Service had set up metal detectors and established a mandatory bag check. As guests approached, they were funneled into organized lines, first passing through metal detectors that beeped at the smallest sign of metal. At the bag check station, each bag was carefully opened and inspected by security personnel under the watchful eyes of FSO and Secret Service officers. Any items that were not on the approved list—sharp objects, heavy electronics—were confiscated, and individuals were questioned if necessary. Specially trained sniffer dogs patrolled the checkpoint, noses twitching as they moved between the guests, searching for any trace of explosives or weapons.

The FSO’s bomb squad swept the venue hall again, walking through the aisles, while Secret Service agents kept their eyes trained on the entrances, observing the crowd as they filed in. Each seat was thoroughly inspected, and the stage had been cleared earlier. The podium, microphones, and even the President’s designated chair had been scanned with bomb-detection devices and confirmed safe.

Each person admitted into the venue had been screened, while Secret Service agents discreetly communicated with Harvard security, ensuring that no unauthorized personnel could access the venue through alternate entrances. Meanwhile, Secret Service agents took position around the stage, and local police secured the entrances. A Russian flag and an American flag adorned the stage, as the audience—composed of diplomats, academics, and students—began to filter in.

With the second sweep of the venue complete and no threats detected, the FSO agents regrouped with their Secret Service counterparts near the main entrance. As the final group of guests began to settle into their seats, all that remained was for the President to arrive, secure in the knowledge that no stone had been left unturned in safeguarding his appearance.


As the motorcade carrying President Nemtsov arrived at the Harvard Kennedy School of Government, the atmosphere was electric. Students, faculty, and distinguished guests had gathered in anticipation of the event, filling the venue hall.

Inside the hall, Dean John A. Haigh, Dean of the Kennedy School, stood near the entrance to greet President Nemtsov. The Dean was a man of calm composure, but the weight of this event—the presence of the Russian President—was clear in the air.

As President Nemtsov entered, flanked by the head of his detail, Grigorij Mirov, and several FSO agents, Haigh stepped forward, offering a firm handshake and a warm smile.

"Mr. President, welcome to Harvard," Haigh said. "It is an honor to have you here at the Kennedy School. Our students and faculty are greatly looking forward to your remarks."

Nemtsov smiled graciously as he accepted the handshake. "Thank you, Dean Haigh. It’s a pleasure to be here. I appreciate the invitation to speak at the Harvard Kennedy School. These are my two daughters Sofia and Zhanna. My wife and I are hopeful Sofia will attend this prestigious university in the future.” Nemtsov said with a smile to Sofia

Dean Haigh laughed and said, “I hope to add her to our prestigious network of alumni.” Haigh gestured toward the inner chamber where the stage was set. "We’ve prepared everything for your address. You’ll be speaking to a full audience today, including several distinguished members of our faculty. After your remarks, there will be a brief Q&A session.

"Excellent," Nemtsov nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I look forward to answering them.

The Dean took a moment to exchange a glance with Grigorij Mirov, acknowledging the security presence. "We’ve coordinated everything with your security team," Haigh said. "There’s a secure waiting area for you to relax before the speech if you need a moment."

Nemtsov’s chief of staff, Dimitry Smirnoff, who had been walking just behind the President, interjected smoothly. "Thank you, Dean. The President would appreciate a brief moment to review his notes before we proceed to the stage."

"Of course," Haigh replied. "We’ve set up a private room just behind the stage. I’ll personally come to escort you when it’s time."

As they moved toward the private room, Haigh kept the conversation light but purposeful. "Your speech today has generated a lot of excitement, Mr. President.”

Nemtsov nodded, his mind already on the points he wanted to emphasize. "Yes. It is not everyday a Russian President is here America.”

They reached the waiting room, where Nemtsov was given a few minutes to himself. Grigorij Mirov and the FSO agents took their positions, scanning the room.

Dean Haigh, meanwhile, returned to the stage area, where he would soon give the introductory remarks.
A few minutes later, Haigh returned to the private room. "Mr. President, we're ready when you are."
Nemtsov stood, adjusting his suit, then turned to Haigh with a smile. "After you."

They walked together toward the stage, Haigh leading the way as the applause from the audience grew louder with each step. The stage lights brightened, and as they reached the podium, Haigh took his place at the lectern, raising his hand to quiet the applause.

"Good afternoon, distinguished dignitaries, guests, students, and faculty," Haigh began, his voice carrying smoothly over the audience. "It is my great privilege to welcome to the Harvard Kennedy School of Government today, a leader who has played a pivotal role in shaping modern Russia. We are honored to have with us the President of the Russian Federation, Boris Nemtsov.

Boris Nemtsov was a man whose legacy remains deeply intertwined with the hopes, challenges, and struggles of modern Russia. Born on October 9, 1959, in Sochi, he rose to prominence as a physicist before embarking on a political career that would make him one of Russia's most notable reformers and advocates for democratic principles.

Nemtsov’s early political career took shape during the collapse of the Soviet Union, a time when the possibilities for a free and open Russia seemed attainable. As Governor of Nizhny Novgorod, he earned respect for his pro-reformist stance, implementing significant economic reforms in the region. These efforts, grounded in a vision of prosperity and transparency, caught the attention of then-President Boris Yeltsin, who saw Nemtsov as part of Russia’s future. Nemtsov quickly rose through the ranks, serving as Deputy Prime Minister where he championed privatization and free-market policies during a time of profound economic transition.

However, Nemtsov’s true distinction was not merely in his achievements in office, but in his unwavering commitment to principles of freedom and opposition to autocracy. During the 2000 Russian presidential elections, the Russian people voted for democracy, freedom, and a new future. Those people voted for Boris Nemtsov. President Nemtsov was unflinching in his criticism of corruption, the erosion of democratic institutions, and the centralization of power under the Kremlin. While others remained silent or fell in line, Boris Nemtsov took the difficult path—speaking out in a time when dissent carried real danger. Now he has taken office during a difficult part of Russia’s future.

President Nemtsov since taking office has undertaken profound steps to enhance the Russian people’s standards of living, rights and freedoms, and role as a global power. We are most appreciative of President Nemtsov’s willingness to speak with us today. I welcome His Excellency President Boris Nemtsov.

With that, the audience erupted into applause once again as Nemtsov stepped forward, shaking Haigh's hand once more before approaching the microphone, his expression calm yet commanding. The room hushed as he began to speak, his words carrying the weight of the moment, with Harvard and the world listening intently.
It’s an honor to be here today. Before I begin, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to Dean John A. Haigh and the Harvard Kennedy School of Government for the warm welcome and the invitation to speak here today. This institution has long been a beacon of thought leadership and public service, shaping the minds of those who go on to lead and transform societies around the world. It can not be unsaid but Harvard is a symbol of America’s educational excellence. It is a symbol that permeates every corner of the globe and across cultures. It is a privilege to stand before such a distinguished audience at a place where the ideals of governance, diplomacy, and leadership are nurtured and celebrated. Thank you.

I am truly honored to be a part of this tradition, and I look forward to sharing with you my thoughts on the state of democracy, the future of Russo-American relations, and the critical role our nations can play together in shaping the world of tomorrow. As I was preparing my remarks, I was reminded of a story from Iraq. A young man goes to vote for elections and says he wants change. He votes for the opposition and comes home. Over dinner his dad asks who do you vote for. He tells his dad, I voted for the opposition, I want change. His father and mother freaked out and told him he’d get them killed. After some convincing he goes back to the voting booth and sees the electron officials. He tells them, I don’t know what happened. I made a mistake. I meant to vote for Saddam Hussein. I’d like to change my vote. The election official laughs and tells him not to worry. They already changed it for him.” (The Crowd began to laugh)

But jokes aside, what that story reminds us is that democracy, when manipulated or taken for granted, can be reduced to little more than an illusion. For generations, American democracy has inspired people far beyond its borders. It has served as a beacon of hope for those who seek freedom, a model for those who value the rule of law, and a reminder that the will of the people should stand above all. This is no small achievement, and for that, Americans should be grateful. Not too long ago our two nations stood at the forefront of an ideological struggle for humanity's future. One that was collective but authoritarian versus one that was individualistic but democratic. Today I am standing before you as the democratically elected leader of the multinational people of Russia. It is safe to say who won that battle.” (Some in the crowd laughed)

“I mention that history to remind us all, in a day in age where states continue to compete over global hegemony, that the path of liberty will triumph over all others. However, real democracy is a precious and fragile thing. It is not a gift that can be accepted with complacency. As Thomas Jefferson once said, “The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.” Your democracy, and indeed any democracy, must be defended. Not just against external threats, but from the forces of corruption, manipulation, and indifference within. Whilst Boston holds a special place as the birth spot of the American Revolution, the spirit of Democracy belongs to all Americans.

Indeed in my own country, just as in yours, we have faced our own challenges. In 1991, I saw the brutal collapse of our way of life that ushered in an age of socio-economic chaos, political instability, and insecurity. In the wake of the socialist comradery that bound us as a nation, extreme forms of corporate greed, human suffering, and political thuggery took hold.

In 1991, as the flag of the Soviet Union, a nation with its own rights in history, the flag of the Russian Federation was raised. It is a moment forever grained in the memory of history. When the Russian people decided to leave the Soviet Union it chose to embrace a new form of popular sovereignty, a democratic nation. We declared in our constitution that we are the multinational people of the Russian Federation, united by a common fate on our land, establishing human rights and freedoms, civic peace and accord.

In 1993, we learned once again how fragile democracy can be as Russia was pushed to the edge during a constitutional crisis. The events of 1993 showed us, democracy is never guaranteed. The forces that seek to undermine freedom never rest, and the battle for democracy is not a single moment of triumph, but an ongoing struggle. As Thomas Jefferson once said, "The price of freedom is eternal vigilance." It was true in Russia, and it is true here in America. Your nation’s capital was attacked, killing my dear friend President Clinton. His successor President Al Gore was shot. Violent mobs attempted to storm your nation's capital. Hundreds of congressmen and women have been killed. Political violence has become a norm. The price of freedom continued to be bought on the blood of proud patriots of this Republic of yours. That should never be overlooked nor forgotten.

In my own country, I have seen how fragile democracy can be. The events of 1993 reminded us all that power, unchecked, can lead to authoritarianism, and that even the most promising revolutions can falter if they are not constantly defended. In 1993 the Russian people rose up and said no to authoritarianism. And I say to you, the citizens of America, that the battle for democracy is never over. You must remain vigilant, for as Benjamin Franklin once warned, "A republic, if you can keep it." The responsibility to keep it lies with each of you. More importantly across the globe there are ongoing discussions on what true democracy means. Today in Russia our democratic values are informed not by an individualistic culture but a collective one, that culture is the multi-national identity of the Russian Federation. While the form of our democracies may be different the substance of our principals are the same.

Your democracy, this great experiment, has been a model for many across the globe, including myself. But as I have learned, gratitude for such a gift does not mean complacency. True gratitude means preservation. It means standing up every day to ensure that the ideals of liberty and justice are not eroded. You must defend the democracy you cherish, for if you do not, it will perish, not with a bang, but with the slow, insidious forces of neglect and corruption. Perhaps the purest exercise of preserving that tradition is the reason for my visit. The American people elected Benjamin Sinclair to succeed President Al Gore in an important tradition known as voting. As an exercise of collective self-rule you, the American people, continue to keep that great experiment running. You have shown the world yet again, despite your political differences you will have a peaceful transfer of power, another tradition of the democratic experiment.

America's leadership in the world is well-known. It has been a contending force for decades, influencing global affairs with a powerful hand. But as the world evolves, it is time to accept that no single country, no matter how strong it may think it is, can manage the complexity of today's global challenges alone. The global order that replaces the Soviet-American one must be a multipolar one. The new global order can not be an American one. It must be one where nations, like Russia and America, can work together to ensure peace, security, and stability.

This vision for Russo-American relations is not about competition, but about partnership. We do not have to be rivals; we can be partners in a world where our nations consult each other on major geopolitical matters and cooperate for the greater good.

Our nations have taken different paths, shaped by our own unique histories. But despite our differences, I believe we are united by a common goal: the pursuit of a just and fair world. For too long, Russia and America have viewed each other through the lens of rivalry, but as Heraclitus once said, "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man." We must let go of the old suspicions. I seek a future—a future where America can find a partner in Russia.

We are already seeing the need for this kind of cooperation. Whether it’s in New Caledonia, South Africa, or the Arctic, Russia and America are often faced with the same strategic interests. Why, then, should we not work together? We have the opportunity to build a system where both of our nations can prosper without undermining the other.

I do not stand here advocating for a world that Russia dominates, nor one where America imposes its will on the globe. Rather, I advocate for balance. I call on America to recognize that the time has come to forge a new partnership with Russia—one based on respect for our respective spheres of influence and a commitment to shared goals. The challenges of the 21st century require us to move past the outdated Cold War mentality and into an era of cooperation.

This is not the time for American dominance or Russian resurgence—it is the time for a Russo-American century, where our two nations stand together as pillars of peace, equality, and justice. As George Washington once said, "Observe good faith and justice toward all nations. Cultivate peace and harmony with all." This is the path we must walk together.

President-elect Sinclair, whom I greatly respect, embodies the potential for this new relationship. His leadership has shown that America is ready for a more thoughtful, balanced approach to global politics—one that seeks allies, not enemies. In him, I see a leader willing to work with Russia for the betterment of the world. More importantly, I see in him a leader who embodies the best of America’s values. A man committed to faith, his family, and his nation. Dare I say there is a finer statesman in America than a man who has dedicated his life to those three values?

Now, I wish not to imply I have a favorite nor seem to influence your democratic elections. Although I am sure some in your media establishment would be quick to do so. (Some in the crowd laugh and chuckle.) I mean to say that President-elect Sinclair is a man which I have much admiration for in the quality of his character. I have no doubt he will serve the American people faithfully. However, I call on him not to forget his obligations to the globe. To serve humanity.

The continued colonization of South Africa by Sweden, an American ally, can not continue to go unimpeded. This is a stark reminder that, even in the 21st century, colonialism is not dead. It persists in new forms, and it is our responsibility as global leaders to bring an end to it. South Africa has the right to govern itself without foreign influence or exploitation. This is an injustice that the world has stomached and accepted. It is an injustice that should revolt us all to our core. The South African people have a right to determine their own future free from any external control.

Ending this modern-day colonialism is not just a matter of justice—it is a matter of principle. As great powers, it is our duty to ensure that every nation is free to determine its own path. Just as America champions freedom and democracy, so too does Russia champion the rights of nations to be sovereign, independent, and free from exploitation. The American people can not accept wrongs simply because they are done by American allies. The American people can not accept illegal acts simply because it is politically expedient. I know that President-elect Sinclair is a man of many qualities, I hope that his commitment to humanity will be the foundation of what I wish to be the Russo-American century.

A century where Russia and America are not adversaries, but partners—two nations working together for a just, balanced, and peaceful world. In competition, we both sent a man to the moon. In partnership, we can bring humanity to the stars. In competition, we built weapons of untold destruction. In partnership, we can build tools for peace and human development. In competition, we possess the capabilities to destroy the world 14 times over. In partnership, we can possess the capabilities to uplift Mother Nature from her ailments.

The time has come for America and Russia to set aside competition and embrace a new partnership. A partnership for the sake of humanity. Together, we can achieve great things. Thank you.”

As President Nemtsov concluded his speech, the room erupted into thunderous applause. The packed auditorium at the Harvard Kennedy School resonated with appreciation, as students, faculty, and invited guests rose to their feet in a standing ovation. Nemtsov smiled humbly, nodding in acknowledgment of the audience’s reception. His message about the future of Russo-American relations and the importance of cooperation had clearly struck a chord.

Dean John A. Haigh stepped up to the podium, beaming. “Thank you, President Nemtsov, for your powerful and thought-provoking remarks. Now, we’d like to open the floor to questions from our students. We have a diverse and international student body, and I know many are eager to hear more from you. Please feel free to raise your hands, and we’ll begin."

A young American student in the front row was the first to stand, excitement in his voice. “Mr. President, thank you for your speech. How do you think that the United States and Russia can ever trust each other after the events of the Cold War??”

Nemtsov leaned forward, nodding thoughtfully. “An excellent question. I don’t think my generation, or President-elect Sinclair’s can ever just trust each other. I think that would be too much of an ask.” He said with a smile. “However I hope that your generation will live in a period of peace and cooperation that will allow trust to be a natural part of our relationship. For now all I can say is that I am committed to making possible the conditions for that future. I believe that we have a duty to work together and trust each other. Though it will take time.”

Another young American student in the middle row would stand after being given a microphone, she asked. “Mr. , thank you for your speech and for coming to Harvard. I really appreciated your speech. I wanted to know,where, specifically, do you see American and Russian foreign policy aligning.”

Nemtsov nodded before answering. “I hope to find out this week in Washington.” He said with a smile. “I believe that America and Russia are aligned in the need to keep the global order in check from malignant powers whether they be revisionist European colonial powers or expansionist Asian ones. The global order is in danger to be frank. America can not give up that responsibility just as much as Russia can not. I believe we are aligned in our commitment for peace and security, combating extremism, supporting developing countries, and being an arsenal for sovereign states. I hope that answers your question.”

Next, a Polish student stood, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and caution. “President Nemtsov, as someone from a country with a complicated history with Russia, and noting your mention of a sphere of influence, how does the power dynamic between Russia and former Soviet nations work now that they are on equal footing rather than under the dynamic power structure of an entity like the a Soviet Union.”

Nemtsov met her gaze firmly. “Firstly, on Poland’s history with Russia I do understand where you are coming from. My vision for Russo-American relations is not one of domination but of mutual respect. A strong partnership between Russia and the U.S. can help ensure the security and autonomy of countries like Poland. Russia and America can make possible a global order that fosters stability and dialogue across the region. A peaceful and balanced Europe, where nations cooperate rather than confront one another is in all of our interests. The dynamics between Russia and other former Soviet republics is one of mutual respect but also one of a tied sense of history. The Soviet Union is not something condemned to history but a living part of our social fabric. I believe that that social fabric brings us together and one I wish to build upon.”

A Chechen student raised his hand next, his voice serious. “Mr. Nemtsov, how do you plan to address the internal challenges in Russia, especially concerning regions like Chechnya? A region which has faced continued human rights violations at the hands of your predecessors.

Nemtsov’s face grew rather cold for a moment as he found the right words to use. “The internal challenges in Russia are complex, and I have always believed in the importance of dialogue, reconciliation, and respect for all of Russia’s peoples. However political violence, terrorism, and a culture of extremism can never be accepted. Chechnya has suffered. Officials acting on behalf of Russia have acted in depraved forms of cruelty. However Russian soldiers have also put themselves in harms way to protect children from bombs. Russian intelligence officers have put themselves in a constant state of threat thwarting terrorist attacks. Russian officials go to work everyday to support a prosperous Chechnya. I believe that Chechnya’s future is tied to Russia just as much as Russia’s history is tied to Chechnya. There is always room for improvement, and no leader should shy away from addressing the concerns of their own citizens. I do hope that the Chechnyan diaspora will recognize, as well as other diaspora of our multinational federation, and return home to be a part of that change. ”

A Polish student, sitting towards the middle of the auditorium, stood up after being called on by Dean Haigh. His voice carried a tone of genuine curiosity, hinting at both historical and current complexities in Russo-Western relations.

“President Nemtsov, thank you for your insightful speech. I’d like to ask, given the historical tension between Russia and certain nations, such as the U.S., which were once considered adversaries, what has been the biggest challenge you’ve encountered when dealing with these former enemies in shaping Russia’s foreign policy?”

Nemtsov nodded thoughtfully before beginning his answer. “I think that we need to look at the changed circumstances and new realities. Our interests and positions most confront those new realities. Ultimately, the future of Russo-American relations is not merely a choice between cooperation or competition. It is an opportunity, one that could define this century as a time of partnership and progress. Both nations have the responsibility to shape a world where sovereignty is respected, and the challenges we face—climate change, security, and economic inequality—are tackled together. This is not about an American world, nor a Russian world, but a shared one. And as we look forward, I hope we can build this future side by side.”

A Russian student raised her hand. “President Nemtsov, thank you for coming. As a proud Russian citizen, and supporter of yours, I am extremely happy to hear you speak. In your speech, you talked about a Russo-American century. How do you see that vision shaping the future of global governance, and how can young Russians like me contribute to this vision?”

Nemtsov’s smiled as he heard her speak.“Thank you very much for your kind words. You and your generation are the key to shaping this future. It is young Russians, together with young Americans, who will carry forward the principles of democracy, cooperation, and mutual respect. The Russo-American century I envision will not be built by me. But by you and your generation. I pray that I continue to serve you and the Russian people faithfully. I am confident that with smart people like you, Russia’s future is bright.”

After listening intently, another Polish student rose to ask his question. “Mr. President, with recent events involving the attempted arrest of the Russian delegation in Thailand, what legal steps is Russia taking in response? And how has this incident affected Russia’s international diplomacy, particularly with other nations that may have been watching closely?”

Nemtsov looked at the Polish student as he responded. “Thank you for the question. I have to say that the attempted arrest, dare I say daylight kidnapping, of Russian officials on an official mission is concerning. I can say that my Government is considering all options including legal ones to respond to this unacceptable situation. Thailand’s efforts to turn it into a global spectacle are shameful. Whilst our next steps are still contemplated I do urge those who take this as a moment of weakness to rethink their own security. Russia will respond to those affronts on its sovereignty and its citizens. Those who embolden, support, and whitewash Thailand’s actions will find no refuge. That is my promise.”

Another American took the microphone to ask his question. “Mr. President. Thank you for coming to Harvard. My question is, Why should the United States believe that the Russian Federation wants to turn over a new leaf, so to speak, and have a beneficial relationship?”

“That is a fair question,” Nemtsov said with a smile. “I hope that I will be able to demonstrate that seriousness. I also hope to receive that same level of seriousness from President-elect Sinclar. It is time to turn over a new leaf. I hope that the American people will embrace that spirit and hold their leaders to account. The potential for a new future is possible, however, it requires bold leadership to overcome the mutual distrust within our societies. I know President-elect Sinclair is a bold man. I look forward to seeing that in action.”

A standing ovation followed as the audience applauded, some still lingering in thought over the vision he had laid out. Dean Haigh took the podium once more, thanking President Nemtsov and signaling the end of the public session. As the applause faded, students and guests began to file out of the auditorium, while select individuals were quietly ushered into a more intimate, private room adjacent to the main hall.

Inside, the atmosphere was refined but relaxed. The room was elegantly appointed with soft lighting and trays of fancy finger foods—delicate canapés, artisanal cheeses, and miniature pastries—along with fine wines and sparkling water. In the quieter space, the hum of conversation took on a more serious tone as President Nemtsov joined the gathering.

Here, surrounded by a smaller group of key U.S. government officials, Harvard faculty, and local diplomats, Nemtsov was more candid, speaking in a low voice with Dean Haigh and other senior members of the Kennedy School. Nearby, representatives from the State Department and American diplomatic circles engaged in quiet discussions with Russian officials. The conversations shifted from formal remarks to more nuanced discussions on the future of Russo-American relations, Thailand and the threat to the global order, the challenges in South Africa, and growing geopolitical tensions.