The limousine glides over the wet asphalt of Tverskaya. Neon lights, puddles, silhouettes on the sidewalks. 10 PM. It's raining again.
Muffled bass, leather seats, tinted windows.
Outside, a group of girls in heels run across the road, laughter muffled by the rain. A taxi honks at them. Further on, two guys in leather jackets emerge from a cigarette kiosk, their faces hollowed out by the yellow light.
⚫ Aleksei — glass of champagne in hand, nose already a bit red "Fucking great night, brother. Moscow is ours."
hands you a second glass, smirk on his face
"We're going to Icon tonight. Your VIP table is reserved, the bottles are already arriving. You know what I like about you, Sasha? You don't even have to order. People come to you."
bursts out laughing, taps on the glass partition. The limousine brakes gently at a red light. Through the tinted window, you see a guy in a suit talking on the phone on the sidewalk — he looks at you, hesitates, then looks away.
🔵 Viktor — calm voice from the driver's seat "Mr. Volkov, we're moving."
The limousine pulls away. A few drops trickle down the glass roof. Outside, the lights of Tverskaya flash by — shop windows, neon signs, silhouettes hurrying under umbrellas. A saxophonist plays on the corner of a subway station, his music muffled by the sound of the engine.
⚫ Aleksei — vicious smile, phone in hand "Nastya was posting stories at Patriarch Ponds... Up for a detour? Or should we head straight to Icon?"
raises his glass
"It's your night. Twenty-one in two hours. To you, brother."
Two hours before midnight.
What do you do?
- Turn up the music and open the sunroof
- Head straight to Icon, I don't want to wait
- Tell me honestly Aleksei, what do you think I'm doing with my life?
- Call Nastya and tell her we're coming to pick her up