In the garages.
This happened in Murmansk 15 years ago.
My acquaintance worked on a foreign ship and went off to the shore with a foreign colleague who had a shipwreck. Their plane was in the evening and they walked around the city all day long.
The attention of the foreigner was attracted by the garage cooperative. The acquaintance explained that this is a place where cars are stored and repaired, as well as "take a party".
The foreigner became curious how it could be drilled in the midst of mechanisms and oil, they entered one of the open boxes... And the acquaintance broke out of pride.
It was a perfectly sliced garage lined with a canvas. On the wall were painted portraits of Dostoevsky and Tsoi.
Inside was a bearded owner and with a thoughtful look drank beer and listened to the music of Tchaikovsky from the loudspeakers of the "Volga" standing there.