This article has been thoroughly fact-checked. I have reached out to Anna Chapman, giving her an opportunity to list her specific grievances. Should she provide me with these points, I will gladly sha...
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Posted on January 10th, 2012 9:57am
I joined Chapman at the Soho Rooms, a Moscow nightclub that is terribly difficult to enter, the doormen protecting the many beautiful women inside from the men who cannot afford them. Chapman handed me a white T-shirt silk-screened with a version of the iconic image of Che Guevara in a beret, with Chapman’s face in the place of Guevara's. The bottom of the shirt read, “Cha.” It was a gift for me. Chapman was enjoying her fame. At one point in the evening she leaned in close against the blaring music and asked me if I knew who I was. I nodded and said that I did.
“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she said, flashing her green eyes. More
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on January 4th, 2012 9:11am
