If I hear the words "Moscow" and "party", I usually think of a pretty kick-ass time. Booming techno, nutty laser lights, carafes of vodka, and enough organized crime to make you feel nice a cozy.
What's all up in all the Russians' jocks tonight? It's a party! Loosen up!
Well, speaking of loosening up, nice sex hair, MaKiri. I presume Igor is smoking a cigarette in the backseat of a black Range Rover right now.
Jesus. Eat something. Gaunt is not a good look for you.
Flavia was clearly ready to party. Here's hoping Marat gave her a tour.
"Later, guys. I got a thing."
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