The summer light was fading to gold near Red Square as Oliver Stone maneuvered through the lobby bar of a five-star Moscow hotel last year. He walked past the marble staircase and the grand piano to a table in the back. A group of businessmen in suits lingered nearby. Stone grimaced.
Shared via Pocket.
Read full article here, at the publisher’s site.»
http://nyti.ms/2bSPzZo





