November is a transitional period of adaptation to subzero temperatures: you can no longer walk with the thought: “Now something will come across along the way.” The time has come for clear routes and pre-verified locations.
We pass American fast food, then – Soviet fast food – cheburechnaya exists in the center of the capital much longer than ours. We turn into Sytinsky Lane, then left – we are there. Unremarkable entrance group, steps to the restaurant, at the entrance – a perch for smokers.
Subdued light, intimate darkness and the size of the institution itself. On the right hand – two rods that simulate a wardrobe. We determine the outerwear on the hanger. The whole hall is in full view, it is impossible to go unnoticed. A flew up waiter escorts us to the central table. A room for fifty people from strength. Forward along the podium – at the level of the front door – past two designed for two high tables and a wine cabinet. The main landing is three steps lower. Continue reading