Writing About the Russian Mob: The Brutal and the Absurd

My first encounter with the Russian mob occurred two-and-a-half years after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, in Istanbul. My new husband and I had traveled to Turkey and spent a week in a gloriously historic neighborhood, the Blue Mosque visible from our hotel windows. On our second night, we wandered across Galata Bridge, descended … Continue reading Writing About the Russian Mob: The Brutal and the Absurd