Unexpected adventures of merchants in Moscow

So, I'm sitting in the interrogation room, and, frankly speaking, I didn't expect to find myself in such a situation. But that's how it happens. It all started with the fact that we Pavel Tretyakov decided to take a walk around Moscow. The day was clear, not a cloud in the sky, and the breeze was cool, just right for walking along Arbat.

So we were walking down the street, talking about everyday matters, when suddenly Pavel said: “Why don’t we visit Victor Tsoi's wall? They say something interesting is brewing there." Of course, at first I thought it was some kind of nonsense. What the hell is a wall? But I still agreed, it was interesting.

We arrived there, and there were people gathered: young people, artists, musicians. Everyone was discussing how modernism in architecture could affect the development of the city. Of course, I am not an architect, but it was interesting to listen. Pavel, as always, was fired up by the idea: “We need to support this cause, Savva! Talented people need to be promoted.”

I look at him and think: "Well, brother, you are an optimist." But then one of the organizers comes up to us and says: "Gentlemen, since you are here, maybe you will support our project?" Of course, I wanted to refuse, but Tretyakov was already reaching for his wallet. In short, we supported them as best we could.

After that, we decided to look into the courtyard, where local artists were showing their works. Frankly, I was amazed. This is not just some daub, but real works of art. Even Pavel, who was quite critical, admitted that there was something to see here.

But, as they say, not all is Shrovetide. As soon as we left the yard, two young men approached us. They were obviously not Muscovites, they spoke with an accent. They started telling us something about their problems, asking for money. Of course, I immediately realized that something was fishy. “Hey, what the hell are you doing here?” I said, but they apparently didn’t understand or pretended not to understand.

Pavel, a good-natured man, started talking to them, trying to figure out the situation. And then one of them said: "Do you know that your support is very important to us?" Well, then I exploded: "What the hell is important? You're leading us on, and we, like fools, believe you."

But, as it turned out, the guys weren't so simple. They really were part of a project to modernize architecture and were raising funds for the development of art in Moscow. Well, after that, Pavel and I just laughed at our suspiciousness and decided that sometimes it was worth trusting people.

So, when I found myself at the interrogation, I realized that life in Moscow is not only business and affairs, but also unexpected encounters that can completely change your perception of the world.

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Of course, this is a joke, and there is no real basis for this story - just a little imagination and for the sake of a smile! And if you are interested in real facts and events, we invite you to the excursions of the "Radius" bureau, where real history comes to life!