Ruslan White. (№ 346725)

My first claim to Peter: what's the weather? What's the wind in your city? You come, he blows his soul. <...> Come to St. Petersburg spiritually enlightened, in the end, spiritually cold. Come to Moscow - the entire soul in the nozzle. I'm not saying that in Moscow, the gorgeous weather, but compared to you, Moscow - San Francisco. You are here at smile in the street? Of course not! Because smile - all lips cracked. The man died from loss of blood.