Great analogy. And Bilk Linton is Komarovsky.
STRELNIKOV: "The private life is dead, for a man with any manhood."
ZHIVAGO: "We saw a sample of your manhood earlier, a place called Mink".
STREL.: "They'd been selling horses to the Whites".
ZHIV.: "No. It seems you burnt the wrong village".
STREL.: "They all say that, and what does it matter? A village betrays us; a village is is burned. The point's made."
ZHIV.: "Your point; THEIR village".
STREL.: "And what do you and your wife plan to do at Varykino?"
ZHIV.: "Just LIVE..."
That "private life is dead" part sounds chillingly like the hildebeeste.
Another great movie about that era is “The Twelve Chairs”, which was directed by Mel Brooks.