And the most fucking guys were sitting on Pushkinskaya. You get off the subway, where the cinema, you walk literally one house from the entrance to the subway, you go into the yard, you go down to the basement. On the right, some deliverers are sitting either flowers or pizzas, I don’t remember, and on the left, the door with a “feeder” is like in a prison or night pharmacies. You knock in there, your hand sticks out, you put a bill in there, the feeder closes, a couple of minutes goes by, the hand sticks through the newly opened pac door. Pushkin's fucking Moscow Center. There was a point for almost two years.