The impressive setting of pre-Soviet Russia in all its Imperial glory is conveyed by the clichés of genre - the furs, the sleigh rides, the snow-drifts, the corruption and cruelty and all to wonderful effect in this marvellous tale of revolutionaries and the state police charged with bringing them to justice. I think I recognised one of the teasing anachronisms Akunin always inserts - Fandorin at one point exchanges clothes with a sleigh-driver, and wears an Afghan coat - something that only surfaced in the west in the 1960s and might, therefore, not have been available in Russia either? Or maybe not.
Akunin (real name Grigory Shalvovich Chkhartishvili, so thank goodness he has a catchy pen name) is also much more even-handed than his Imperial servant hero might suggest. Though his revolutionaries are on the `wrong' side, they are human: Emelya is reading The Count of Monte Cristo; Green - the cool-headed cell leader, falls in the end for the faithful (if oddly named) Nail, the courier without whom the cell would find no resting place. Fandorin is first led towards the unthinkable - that the lovely Esfir has betrayed him - but he realises in time that he has been betrayed from a much earlier point in the action.
Fandorin has a most un-Russian personality. He is as cool and resourceful as his revolutionary anti-thesis, but he is much more thoughtful, his ideas not coloured by dogma or theory. The book ends on a note of ambiguity that suggests he is a man of the highest and most noble of principles - with an individual sense of honour that cannot be compromised.