Moscow is a heavenly underground city. What grew up on earth, whether it was the Kremlin or the Ostankino Tower, is bullshit, a disguise, a distraction. In fact, Moscow is a heavenly dungeon. Yes, it is such a heavenly-underground body, which has its own brain, heart, respiratory system, blood circulation, liver, kidneys, genitals. Carbon monoxide smoke billows from his nostrils, but his eyes are innocent, slightly offended, like a kid's. This brain is capable of setting the world's agenda, inventing a revolution, declaring war, ending the whole world. Our people do not see the fundamental difference between war and peace. Even in peacetime, he lives as if there is a war around and every minute he can be killed, have his head torn off or, if lucky, be sent to feed mosquitoes in the taiga. And in the war, he lives as if an ordinary life, they kill more often, of course, but not by much. Russian death - it doesn't need to be diluted with some kind of postmodernism. Simple Russian words are suitable for her. NEW BARBARIANS WITH CHEERFUL EYES ARE COMING TOWARDS ME.