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Originally Posted by garinda

What I could never understand about Russia, since the fall of the Soviet system is this.

One minute your looky-likey Brezhnev wife is rubbing a blackened Brussel sprout around her eyes, in place of mascara, and you'd happily exchange your first born son for a pair of Levis, or a Pink Floyd album.

Literally within a couple of years, your wife's a supermodel, you're now a squillionaire oligarch, and you own more impressive array of boats than most countries navies.

How that all happen?

From bread queue to capitalist captain, in twenty four easy monthly steps.

In every communist there was a Capitalist trying to get out Rindi