Мы типа вчера угорели конкретно. Discotheques include a wider array of music than in the west. I don't say yet, though, that they play more jungle here, but last night the club I was in, just like the two or three or five before it, were in old cellars beneath eighteenth century houses, with low domed ceilings, and this is called a discotheque, though there is only one silvery ball hanging from the ceiling.

That it why in Moscow no club really looks like a club. But for that you can go read Fodder's or something.

The туса I'm speaking of, however, does not take place in these but in more specified clubs, where I know most of the DJ's and where the French poet who wandered into my apartment is even more widely known.

"Так это типа Бруно? Во прикол ваще! Прикинь, тот чувак на Станции читал, так это он у Мужика ночевал!"

Discotheques are frequented here like in the rest of Europe- too much, and though there is a particular genre of people that regularly frequents them, almost anyone will casually go dancing, taking for granted that dancing is a physical necessity, and that some clubs sprout up so generically and blandly that they have acquired the status of McDonald's in the West.