Stand-up about St. Petersburg's "cultural capital" with its dismemberment, grandmothers-narcobarons and women with fans who don't like jokes about intimacy. The author balances between the absurdity of everyday life, toxic romance and attempts to understand the public, which simultaneously wants both simple buzz and aesthetics. The result is a story about how high and low mix in Russia, while the cultural stratum is still trying to find a common language with the rest, albeit through clitoral hokku.
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