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A world of luxurious fantasies, where concrete skyscrapers become almost a declaration of love, and a wad of cash on the table sounds like a compliment. Here, passion coexists with criminal chic, and dreams of a TV channel and Boris's dance turn into a bizarre cocktail of absurdity and glamour. Everything is deliberately presented in a vivid manner, like scenes from a film where the characters take their roles too seriously for it to be true.

The music and lyrics create a carnival atmosphere - with vodka in a glass, a stack of banknotes, and promises of “factories for dinner.” It is an ironic toast to strange love, in which blood, fights, and passion live side by side with glamour and tenderness. A little grotesque, a little theatrical, but so convincing that it seems that Moscow really glows from this heartfelt confession.