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Here we find Rogers, in black leather and bow tie, and Estabrook, his sensibly cautious sidekick, hurtling from one country to the next, scouting out the latest opportunities. "Look for cheap, and look for change," is his motto. That means look for beaten-down stocks in places where governments have sworn off big spending and screwing things up for the capitalists...
Such crimes have become depressingly familiar in Moscow. A day after the attempt on Berezovsky's life, an elderly man lost his leg to another car bomb. Two days after that, Alexei Yeliseyev, the second in command at Vnukovo Airlines, was beaten to death in front of his house. That same day two people were shot to death by gangsters during a car chase on the Rublev Highway. What surprised onlookers was not the sight of a high-speed gun battle along the heavily guarded road. It was the fact that a modest, Russian-made Zhiguli was able to overtake...
Today, however, both these visual keynotes have been replaced by the chaos of capitalism's dikaya zhizn, or "wild life": weather-beaten babushkas who beg from filthy sidewalks, marauding bands of gypsy children, Lycra-skirted strumpets cavorting with Western businessmen, bankers tooling around town in armor-plated Mercedes, mafia moguls in sharkskin suits who dine on Maine lobster with a $238-a-bottle champagne in five-star hotels. A sense of bewilderment plagues Moscow's residents as they attempt to sort out the conflicting claims of their half-remembered, precommunist culture from the hedonistic and corrupting pull of the West...
...police now call "good-morning murders" because the explosions usually go off around dawn). A presidential study has concluded that virtually every retail trade booth, store, cafe and restaurant in the Russian capital pays protection money of up to 20% of gross receipts to organized crime. Resisters are beaten or killed. "In my 17 years on patrol," says police Lieut. Gennadi Groshikov, "I have never seen so much crime in Moscow; nor have I seen anything as vicious...
Inside the folder Humphreys found a sketchy narrative about a child abandoned by her 13-year-old mother and left to be raised by a grandmother who is beaten to death by her second husband. Daddy, as he is called, is not only a killer but a tyrant, an African-American Simon Legree, who turns Ruthie into a body servant. She shaves him, bathes him and cuts the calluses off his feet. When displeased -- which is often -- he beats her with the buckle end of a belt. The narrator was no angel either: she used drugs and traded...