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By HOLLIE McKAY
|This article is from the archive of The New York Sun before the launch of its new website in 2022. The Sun has neither altered nor updated such articles but will seek to correct any errors, mis-categorizations or other problems introduced during transfer.

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Is Eugene Hütz really a libidinous, foul-mouthed punk who smells of sweat and onions, who left Ukraine for America as a refugee, and returned to Kiev years later as a rock star on tour? Or is he just some American’s idea of what an ex-Soviet rocker and bon vivant should look like, the figment of a writer’s imagination?

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|Is Eugene Hütz really a libidinous, foul-mouthed punk who smells of sweat and onions, who left Ukraine for America as a refugee, and returned to Kiev years later as a rock star on tour? Or is he just some American’s idea of what an ex-Soviet rocker and bon vivant should look like, the figment of a writer’s imagination?
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