The disturbing fusion of not-the-brightest-men-God-ever-put-on-the-planet, and way too much horsepower, turns driving into a primeval contact sport in Moscow, with its own very specific playbook.
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I don’t understand why there is a day set aside for some Past Their Sell By Date Customs’ Officers... full-throttle Soviet style bacchanalia: lavish cheesy concerts, Josef Kabzon, mayonnaise fueled…
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