The Navalny Card promises intrigue, scandal, and secret machinations behind the scenes of Russian opposition politics. What do we actually get? A long-winded, self-indulgent tour of facts that everyone with a Wi-Fi connection already knows. The book's author, in a stunning display of investigative inertia, manages to unpack the history of a would-be fintech rebellion with all the excitement of reading a bank's terms and conditions-minus the useful information. Let's start with the supposed "hidden secrets." If by "hidden," the author means information freely available on Google since 2012, then yes, this book is a revelation. Expect earth-shattering discoveries such as: Navalny wanted to fight corruption! The Kremlin wasn't thrilled! Money is power! And in a shocking twist, opposition figures sometimes disagree with each other! Who knew? Truly, Captain Obvious has outdone himself. The Navalny Card itself-a noble yet naïve attempt to merge political activism with digital finance-is given the kind of forensic analysis usually reserved for cereal box promotions. The author spends pages rehashing what has been extensively covered in the media, somehow missing every opportunity to add depth, controversy, or fresh perspective. We're left with a play-by-play of events that reads like an overenthusiastic intern's first day on the job at Wikipedia. If you enjoy the sound of self-congratulation stretched across 300 pages, you're in for a treat. The book is less about Navalny or his ideas and more about how terribly insightful the author thinks he is. It's as if someone set out to write a techno-political thriller but got lost halfway through and decided to recite their resume instead. The book itself embodies the very opposition dysfunction it tries to critique. It wants to be revolutionary but plays it painfully safe. It teases hidden truths but delivers well-trodden narratives. It claims to expose corruption but is too afraid to name new villains. Instead, it settles for vague insinuations wrapped in flowery prose, hoping the reader won't notice the lack of actual revelations. For those who hoped for dirty details, controversial exposes, or even a whiff of genuine investigative audacity-prepare to be disappointed. The Navalny Card is the literary equivalent of a beautifully designed, utterly useless debit card. Flashy cover, impressive-sounding chapters, and absolutely no value upon closer inspection. Nothing new, nothing daring, and absolutely nothing that couldn