Moscow, I don't love you

First you bring clothes from Europe, then accessories, then you start bringing medicine. At the next stage, as if by chance, you ask acquaintances who regularly fly there, of whom you have many, to bring food. At some point, your entire apartment, from a coffee cup to a chandelier, turns out to have been brought in parts from London. In short, you have been living in inner London for a long time. This is your sovereign democracy two hundred meters in the center of Moscow... Until the moment when the plumber comes. You can't change his name, there's no point even dreaming about it.