I read letters from an obscure person in prison during the revolution in another country.

35 or so years ago I read memoirs of a devoted to the struggle. Well things didn't go well and while imprisoned with his comrades. He saw a few of them get released. He waited and thought it would only be a matter of time. He DIED there.

His comrade knew he was formidable and would not bend, compromising his true goal. His own glory. Friend of Stalin was the title of the handwritten bio. With too many horrible things to write. Of the betrayal.