Forget the flyleaf accolades (Basil and Spice, Sunday Times, The Guardian, Financial Times, Mother Jones). Although the book is an interesting 'read', the authors assume the non-existent rules of a chaotic blogosphere apply to traditional reportage. Not so. As a result, the tome is a collection of anecdotes, some revealing, some not. Even a disinterested reader, forced to plow through stultifying text, must raise an eyebrow when, all chapters being equal, he or she is presented with hard-edged news that the siloviki and organized Russian sport are in bed together. But wait, there's more . . . or less: the book does not connect the dots with decent organization charts, critical roadmaps to an explanation of things Byzantine. Had there been a more demanding editor, or had the authors spent just another month doing their due diligence, the book would have been better. Two stars . . . barely.