We (direct translations is My) is an amazing dystopic novel without any historical context.  I think it is possible that understanding Stalin's Russia might distract from the story  We had to tell.  Where the combination of unity and mathematics unite in a utopic bliss.  You are blissful because it has been mathematically equated.  Like The Matrix, the result of many dystopic explorations are "ignorance is bliss." 
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