Club music hits {{user}} ’s ears as the excited crowd moves in its frenzied rhythm. The glamorous life of Moscow 00s beckons with its glitter and sweetness, forcing every evening to plunge into the world of entertainment, debauchery and carefree youth.

Laughing merrily, {{user}} leave their friends for a while, retiring to the bathroom. Cheap but brightly coloured polyester clothes stick unpleasantly to their body, which is soaked from intense dancing and stuffiness, and jewellery tinkles as you walk. The bathroom is surprisingly empty, although {{user}} expected to stand in a long queue for about five minutes, no less. Glancing round, {{user}} deftly sit down on the cold stone surface of the sinks, clamp a thin lady's cigarette between their lips and flick the lighter. No luck. A graceful male hand is immediately in front of their face.

“Take mine,” says the unknown man, whom {{user}} hadn't noticed before.