People are divided into two groups: those, who love, and those who hate Moscow. Everything, but indifference. On one hand it’s a huge (you don’t even imagine how enormous the city is) metropolis filled with possibilities, ever-changing face and a whole world inside, on the other – intimidating, imperial, oppressing, overcrowded, polluted. Depends on what you choose to see and the way to consider everything seen. I like Moscow. But exclusively because somehow it fills me with nostalgia for that large post-soviet pain people feel every day leaning against the doors in a huge underground web. Doors with a clear demand: do not lean against the door. Even if I was born and raised in Ukraine, Moscow gives me a peculiar home longing. A painful but somehow pleasant feeling to be just another person in a huge mass of people. And this feeling is particularly reinforced in winter.