by George Zotov:

I am sitting in a standing chaikhane on the outskirts of Dushanbe.
Background music – as usual in the East. Something there with transfusions + something in Russian with the same transfusions of type ай, beautiful, I love, ай what you are so and so.
And here suddenly include the "Metalic" - Enter Sandman, from the 1991 disc. And a decent noise. I think I suddenly got into another dimension. Moreover, one of the Tajiks in the Chaikhan begins to depict under the monsoon as he plays guitar and beats and shakes imaginary haer. Other visitors do not support him, but look favorably.
I was blinking. Heavy metal is the law. ours in the city.