I remembered.
As I was in the command in Moscow, I had to find a service center, I don't remember what I was going to give up, but that's not the point. The SC was at some address. I got to the stop I needed, found the right neighborhood and fell into a stupor. The entire neighborhood stands on one street, which in turn, curved by an incredible number of zigzags, passes almost through the courtyard of each house. All houses are of the same type, 3 entrances, not 3 not 5 floors. The neighborhood is constructed as if the designers poured out a pair of boxes of light bulbs and wrapped, and the builders in turn built it. There is no logic, no address. Nearby houses have numbers 42/24g and 9/41k. If there is hell on earth, it is he.