“A comrade is dead. The anarchist Mikhail Zhlobitsky. But he wasn’t mown down by the henchmen of power; he died doing what he had decided to do. He died in action avenging prisoners, the tortured, the forgotten. His singular, individual, precious determination has become, let’s say it sincerely, rare among the enemies of all forms of power. His determination, his courage, his decision, his implacable and tragic gesture are at the centre of an anarchism that is trying to reaffirm itself in spite of everything, obstinately refusing to succumb to calls to renounce dreaming and the struggle”.