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Ihave royally planted myself!", writes Jean-Michel Cosnuau in his account of a Russian disillusionment. He says this about Vladimir Putin's strategic intentions in Ukraine, which he thought were more reasonable, but the expression is worth twenty-five years of hope that Russia liberated from communism would eventually import, putting them in his sauce, "the values" of the free world. Jean-Michel Cosnuau is a pure Gaul from Le Mans, but he was early bewitched, from the end of the Yeltsin years, by the crazy madness of post-Soviet chaos. He shaped with others, many others, this legendary "Russian night", investing in bars, restaurants, nightclubs and bringing his "French touch". He played for twenty years the impresarios of a Slavic party filled with vodka, drugs, women of murderous beauty. At regular intervals he retired to a monastery in the company of a starets.
Russia offered the thrill of a disjointed life, out of all the good ones...
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