The Power of Voodoo: The Russian Lover
In 2000, I found myself staying in New York for a couple months, the guest of a fiercely intimidating Russian man named Andrei. A few days after my arrival, I began to wonder about the source of his income. He never mentioned work, but yet his apartment was filled with antiques, plasma TVs, expensive artwork and the champagne and vodka flowed endlessly every evening. I was convinced that he was involved in some form of organized crime,…
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