During their many years of practice, Pessillione and his colleagues did everything with the experimental subjects: they put them into a state of hypnosis, pumped them up with drugs, trying to understand how the unconscious behavior of a person would change. Now they are tempted by money. It turns out that money for the subconscious is a powerful incentive.

A frank conversation did not work out, one of its participants complained to Newsweek last Thursday after a meeting between Vladimir Putin and the heads of the regional branches of United Russia at the Volzhsky Utes rest house in Samara. “Tune in, the leader will look at you,” the party member quotes the words of farewell, with which Vyacheslav Volodin, secretary of the presidium of the party’s General Council, addressed them before the meeting. That's pretty much how it happened.

The Coens' thirteenth film, Burn After Reading, hits theaters on October 2, and may seem a little lighter than their Oscar-winning hit, No Country for Old Men. But the "Oscar" success did not cloud the minds of the legendary film brothers. Their films are now released in large print runs - in Russia alone there are 300 copies, of which two are not dubbed, with obscenities and subtitles - and earn very decent money, but the Coens have not changed their orientation.

The trees and perfectly mowed lawns in Minsk are still green, but it is quite cold in the mornings and evenings. “When will it get warmer? When the heating is turned on, - the saleswoman of the Minsk department store Valentina Kostyukevich smiles, giving out the second pair of warm gloves in 10 minutes.

Every day, 6-10 trucks cross the Russian-Ukrainian border in the Kharkiv region, packed full of slot machines. A modern “one-armed bandit” costs about $10,000, and second-hand ones are brought from Russia, selling at dumping prices of $100-400, or even, like rags in a second-hand store, by weight - it turns out less than $50 per kg.

Sulim Yamadayev, the former commander of the Chechen Vostok battalion and brother of Ruslan Yamadayev, will be killed "in the near future, maybe even today," an intelligence source told Newsweek an hour after Ruslan's death. His main argument: Ruslan was in Sulim's car, and the killer just got it mixed up. The name of Sulim Yamadayev is on everyone's lips, and immediately after the murder, many thought so.

Russians love to count. For example, two years ago, the head coach of CSKA Valery Gazzaev allowed himself a careless phrase that many recalled to him. Then, at one of the pre-match press conferences, he said: "To leave the group, we need to score about eight points." As a result, the army team scored the same eight points, but did not leave the group. We do not deal with such calculations: we lost to Juventus, which means we will win against Real Madrid - nothing else.

As soon as the news broke in July that Cameroonian Barcelona striker Samuel Eto'o was moving to Uzbek Bunyodkor, Newsweek contacted the footballer's agent Jose Maria Mesalles. “You laugh - what contract? We are just going to conduct a master class, ”the Spaniard snapped. Returning from Tashkent, the player himself admitted: “They offered me $25 million for a few months, but I refused.” Bunyodkor did not retreat and bought Rivaldo in August.

A ruddy middle-aged man stood in the middle of a huge muddy field with deep puddles and screamed heart-rendingly: “Come on, don’t throw vegetables!” Around him - all over the field - carrots flew: boys and girls smeared in the ground played the fool - they pulled vegetables out of the ground and threw them at each other. “Whoever misbehaves will get into trouble in the dean's office,” the man yelled. Young people meet his every remark with a joyful cackle.

Sarajevo City Pub is like a beehive, but instead of honey - beer. The hum from it can be heard for a couple of blocks, and the crowd of those who did not fit inside and therefore drink on the street blocks half of Zeleny Beretka Street, named after the first detachment of the Bosnian Muslim army.

A resident of the city of Cologne, 24-year-old Patrick Wegener runs into the beer "On the cheap" in one of the central districts of the city. “Damn, he barely took his legs, and also pacifists,” the guy swears, trying to wipe traces of brown paint from his jacket and hood. The thick mixture does not rub off, and Patrick asks the waiter for water and napkins. “Water, you say, a fucking fascist? What, didn’t you see the signs at the entrance?