Exit from Churchill.
I go along the shell and I see something strange of bright blue color, and the whole salon is covered under the curtain, even the front passenger, something very bright and varied, absolutely fantastic colors - in general a fairy spectacle. I’m going closer to see – and that’s... The Mothers!! Fuck, a full salon of different colours! Behind the wheel of this bath-washing miracle sits a lady with a very sad face and wearyly moves in the direction of the area.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Russia!and :)