People imagine they are cool when they are being smoked by
tobacco.
Is it not already so for me that is it of more unpredictable
interest whether that stray dog will return and eat the big sausage I saw him
bury deep in a snow pile, than what most Moscovites will do next?
High-heeled wound-up dolls on Moscow’s streets. A public
catwalk sale. Some taking their bodies our for the show.
With the dissolution of the Russian-Soviet social mores,
Russian teens are swamped in their own self-centeredness. But they are barely
to blame.
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