Moscow in the Eighties. An anonymous door, a coded knock, a distant beat. A rush of scent – black pepper, saffron, leather and Sicilian tangerine – a smoky, spicy promise of what is still hidden that captures the effervescent thrill of secret parties, then and tomorrow.
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