I had once made a piece of wonderful art
Until then it had been a century's vain of work
Spent inside those Russian winter days
At last made in the early eighties
But a friend of mine had recently stolen
A new, similar work that is just as golden
So outside I chased him in the night
Challenge self-made to catch him in four minutes plight
So I walked straight forward and came across him
He saw me, had to make a quick choice then
Four paths before in front, he had to decide
Which to take and which to leave behind
But I had calculated the possibilities of each
After my move, in three blocks I would always reach
And at a dead end, my friend I would catch
Give a quick punch and grab back my sketch
For each choice he had, I had four more to make
Only one matched one, or else my challenge to forsake
Quite poetic, I must add, of my artwork I made
In which I had delivered one man's bane
In the end, this is a story to be told
Although not accurate, as if plated in gold
Who am I, and what is my famous work?
Please note I refer not to its horrible predecessor
And who's bane did I deliver at last?
Explain each and every line as much as you can!
Hint:
Allumwandlung