15 January 1999 My good friend Galina Vassilievna Starovoitova, a leading Russian deputy, was gunned down in a dark, stinking doorway in St. Petersburg in the early hours of 21 November. How well I know these St. Petersburg graffiti-ridden doorways, inundated with smells of cat urine and cabbage soup and treacherously lit with a single naked bulb. They epitomize the […]
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