Saint Petersburg, Russia
One day I was walking in St. Petersburg with an umbrella in the rain. The streets were deserted with cloudy sky. Bookstores and cafes in town were much busier than clubs; These people were depressed, intellectual and emotional. A few meters away, in a street called Kuznechny Lane 5/2 a man named Dostoyevsky has lived there that was the symbol of the city. Today the fate of the city led to the death of many, and no one is here to write the story. I'm sorry Russian people. Today your messages are not "with love from Russia", But your messages can be heard with sorrow from Russian subways.