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Article: No such number: Olivia Ward writes from her sickbed after a collision in a Moscow street.
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- New Internationalist
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- February 1, 1996
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I'VE NEVER MET Sergei Grachev but I hold his fate in may hands. One word from me, and the 35-year-old delivery person will almost certainly end up in jail, his family thrown into destitution and his employment prospects shattered.
As I squirm painfully in my chair looking for a position that hurts less than this one, I would like to throw the book at Grachev. It was his reckless overtaking on an icy Moscow road that started a four-car collision which ended up breaking several of my bones and destroying my car. If it weren't for the Volvo's tank-like construction, police say, my life would have come to a full-stop.
I've seen people like Grachev on every ...