title: Lenin Lives Next Door: Marriage, Martinis, and Mayhem in Moscow
author:  Jennifer Eremeeva 
description: Jennifer Eremeeva has the keen eye of a David Remnick or Hedrick Smith, but she is a whole lot funnier! <em>Lenin Lives Next Door<em> </em></em>is a raucous look at how life in Russia has evolved from Soviet days to Putin s time, told by Russia s leading expat humorist. Eremeeva s witty book sheds new light on the Russian approach to culture, business, and relationships today. She plies Moscow theaters, restaurants, and parties, imparting hilarious observations and deliciously wicked commentary. She offers up practical advice (e.g., what to bring if you must ever spend the weekend at a Russian dacha summer cottage) and muses on key issues of contemporary Russian life, like whether you can trust a woman named Olga or Tatiana, or why the Russians have such love for mayonnaise. For anyone who appreciates witty prose and great storytelling, the vodka-infused trials and tribulations of <em><em><em>Lenin Lives Next Door</em></em></em> are a must-read<em><em><em><em>. -- Beth Knobel,</em></em></em></em> co-author of <em>Heat and Light: Advice for the Next Generation of Journalists, and former Moscow Bureau Chief</em>, CBS News
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  Russian Mobster's Arranged Wife
   
  By: Bella Rose
   
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  Table of Contents
  Chapter One
  Chapter Two
  Chapter Three
  Chapter Four
  Chapter Five
  Chapter Six
  Chapter Seven
  Chapter Eight
  Chapter Nine
  Chapter Ten
  Chapter Eleven
  Chapter Twelve
  Chapter Thirteen
  Chapter Fourteen
  Chapter Fifteen
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  Chapter One
  Kaylee wiped out a pint glass with the terry cloth towel hanging over her shoulder. It was
  forty-five minutes to close on a Wednesday night and the haze of smoke hovering near the ceiling of
  the old pub was pretty much at maximum capacity. She was tired. She was at the end of a double shift
  and she was ready to close up and get home.
  A few regulars still lounged about the inside of the pub. The old place sat on a corner in
  Boston’s South End and Kaylee sometimes wondered if the pub had been around since c