For Marcel Proust, the smell of madeleines unlocked the remembrance of things past. Meeting Bill Browder of Hermitage Capital Management again after many years provokes my own moment of restaurant-related reverie. In Moscow in the spring of 2002, Bill bought me dinner. This jaunt was purely for my entertainment. Bill Browder was and is a serious-minded man and — though highly successful — slightly diffident and certainly not given to ostentatious displays of wealth. Mario’s, and its clientele, were the opposite: it was feeding time at the oligarch zoo and Bill had provided front row seats.
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