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Originally Posted by CyberSEO
Ah I see now. I'm used to live in concrete jungle where everything is available 24/7 (something is available at the night time only ;)). Moscow is a nightlife city, so it never sleeps 
P.S. Was recently watching an interview with some famous Ukrainian rock singer. When he was asked about nightlife in Kiev, he said that if you are looking for a cool nightlife on the Ukraine, you should go to Odessa, but if you can choose any country in the World, then Moscow is definitely number #1. Personally I totally agree with him. |
What about Leto?
Leto The Club Shine In
By Denis Salnikov
There is an American saying that I am fond of, which says, "If it's not broken, then don't fix it." The same is true for last summer's top club LETO, which re-opened last weekend in the same location off the Yauza River embankment. Leto opened and closed quickly last summer. It was the most elite club the entire time, and smartly didn't overstay its welcome as many clubs, such as Tseppelin. This is a lesson many of us should remember.
So now Osen' is officially closed and the beautiful crowd has moved to Leto. In Moscow, where the elite needs constant stimulation and movement to remain interested, it is necessary that the clubs move every season in order to keep the most elite tusovka coming back. Sinesh understands this well. And of course, at Leto's door once again is my old acquaintance Pasha, who is like a guardian angel protecting elite clubs from going downhill, and protecting us, the golden youth and the elite tusovka, from being forced to mix with more common types with their depressing clothes and greedy, uncultured expressions.
The crowd outside of Leto was probably the most beautiful, stylish crowd in the world that night. Some showed up in great stretch limousines, showing off their new outfits.
At the door, there was some chaos that was unpleasant. Here I observed there are, even among the elite, three or four distinct classes or layers, and the bottom layer of the elite, which would be welcomed as gods at clubs like Fabrique, had no chance of getting into Leto.
Since I am an old acquaintance of Pasha and Sinesh, I was guided through to the front, along with my girlfriend Oksana, my friend Stas and his date Francesca, a beautiful young Russian brunette with aristocratic Italian blood. We reached the entrance but Pasha said he could not let Oksana in. It was with much regret that I told Oksana to wait in the car for me while I went inside. After all, I could not ruin my own night and my reputation simply because Oksana looked too awestruck and excited to get in. She should learn how to behave herself coolly if she is going to hang with the big boys, as the Americans say. I believe that the two hours she spent in my car with my driver gave her valuable time to think.
Stas, Francesca and I had an excellent time in Leto, greeting many of the beautiful crowd that we have not seen for quite some time. I was also able to make two important business contacts. Everyone in Leto is rich and important, but you cannot simply be from Rublevka with a rich daddy to be in the very top layer. You must also be a leader, with class. I explained this to Oksana when I returned to the car, but she pouted and then shouted, "Ok, hvatit!" I raised my hand, and she quickly stopped. She apologized and cried and asked me if I would hug her.
Yes, it is not easy to train a Russian woman, but I believe, with brutal but skilled methods, she will be ready to pass Pasha's test by the end of this summer. In the meantime, she's going to have to find her own clubbing partner.