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Letter from the Editor
Ten years ago, I worked in Russia.
I ran from stray dogs. I slept in dilapidated hotels. I was mugged in a karaoke bar by a gangster named Max who threatened to kill me for $1,300, but settled for $10 and my phone number so that “We can play video games together, yes?”
It is a strange and beautiful and, to the Western eye, garishly unusual place.
Thus, it happens to be the perfect backdrop for the Olympics — themselves a Benny Hill song of ham-handed politics, fiduciary malfeasance, X-Gamery and whatever the hell Skeleton is.