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...Rosneft, whose chairman is Igor Sechin, a Deputy Prime Minister widely seen as Russia's most powerful official after his boss, Prime Minister Vladimir Putin. In 2008, Navalny filed a lawsuit to force Rosneft to reveal information about delivery contracts it had with an obscure Swiss oil trader called Gunvor, whose co-owner is an acquaintance of Putin's. A Moscow arbitration court rejected the suit, saying the company was not obligated by Russian law to reveal its dealings with Gunvor. Navalny says he will now file a suit against Rosneft at the European Court of Human Rights for alleged...
...Gunvor Rosen's diet would put a trucker to shame. Several truckers, in fact. Each day the Swede tucks in the equivalent of 15 eggs, 6½ Ibs. of potatoes, 41/2 Ibs. of pork and liver, one package of bacon, four steaks, twelve slices of roast beef, two quarts of ice cream, 1 Ib. of butter, several loaves of bread, 20 quarts of tea and light beer...
...response is required to counter Mark Whitaker's confused and amateurish film review of Heart Throbs '77 (March 28) at Off the Wall. A thorough refutation would fill pages, but choosing a few of the most blatant will suffice. Whitaker totally misses the point of Gunvor Nelson's Take Off, dismissing it as "a long strip-tease...with a twist...sexist, definitely." Robert Taylor, Boston Globe art critic, wrote "finishes as a comment on the fact that the stripper's exhibitionism has robbed her of every tatter of human identity." To say that Take Off is sexist because...
...defector had told how Soviet intelligence in the 1950s secured information from "a female employee [in the Moscow embassy] who enjoyed Russian male companionship." But the authorities picked up the wrong woman -one Ingeborg Lygren-and had to pay her $5,700 in false-arrest damages, while Gunvor Haavik continued her career...
...evening late last month Gunvor Galtung Haavik, a 64-year-old clerk in Norway's Foreign Ministry, went for a stroll along a snowy path in suburban Oslo. As if by chance, she stopped to talk to a man. Suddenly the night air was filled with shouts. As some Norwegian counterespionage agents charged from behind trees and snowbanks, others jumped from cruising taxicabs. They swiftly wrestled the man to the ground, grabbed a packet that he had given Haavik and hustled the woman off to jail. The trusted, spinsterly Miss Haavik, who routinely handled secret documents, had been...