How Russia Hacks You by Martin Ott

In Rasputin’s day it could have been with wine, the intermingling of magic and mayhem, ribbons of blood, a drowning of senses. For some it was nuclear winter and monkeys launched into space, gymnasts and chess masters with dizzying moves, depressed masters of fiction in itinerant bloom. Once in a Moscow apartment I had twelve shots of vodka over dinner, skipping every other tumbler, a … Continue reading How Russia Hacks You by Martin Ott