“The winter started and it got extremely cold very quickly. There was very little to buy on the market or to eat at the Intourist hotel restaurant. When Luc was in town, we had a little bet going every day. Would we get chicken at lunch or at dinner, or both? Greasy Chicken Kiev. Fat would splatter onto your clothes when you stuck your fork into it. We couldn’t complain. We were negotiating a mobile license while the USSR was disintegrating and we saw the country, which had been an essential part of the centralized plan economy, falling apart quickly”