Quite a leap, to get from the P.o.w shot on the wrong side of the demarcation line, to the conclusion his father murdered him. Much easier, and probably much more profitable, if you tell it backwards.

I couldn’t care less about whether or not Stalin really did murder his son, but I do care about truth, and it is a shame, and more than a little worrying that the truth of history is being vandalised in pretty much every way possible, for profit.

That activity itself covers up its own tracks.