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  • When a disturbed fashion model several years ago stabbed to death a mild stray that lived at the Mendeleyevskaya metro station, horrified celebrities and ordinary city residents raised money and erected a bronze statue of the dog, Malchik.

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  • The dog, Malchik, was stabbed to death with a kitchen knife by an angry passenger in

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  • But instead of walking away, Romanova reached into her pink rucksack, pulled out a kitchen knife and, in front of rush-hour commuters, stabbed Malchik to death.

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  • There they encountered Malchik, a black stray who had made the station his home,

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    The Blackstar sessions of early January were devoted to revisits (“’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore”) and to most of Bowie’s Lazarus songs. The next rotund, in the first week of February, began similarly—a revised “Sue” was first on the agenda. But on the second daytime of the session, Bowie and Donny McCaslin’s band turned to a bewildering-sounding demo.

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