Blundy, Anna: Vodka Neat

?The dead twins stole my chicken!? That's the least of the revelations to greet Faith Zanetti on her return to Moscow, a city she last lived in some fifteen years ago. A lot has changed since then, but a lot hasn?t. The dead-eyed thugs who arrest Faith before she's had time to unpack may no longer call themselves KGB, but they dance to that old, familiar music. And while Faith is now a (semi) respectable journalist, rather than the tearaway teen bride of a Russian bootlegger, she's about to learn a lesson that the Russians themselves have known all along: the past is never so deeply buried that it can?t reach out and bite you in the back.