Moscow, I Don't Love You

First, you bring clothes from Europe, then accessories, then you start bringing medicines. At the next stage, you, as if by chance, ask your acquaintances who regularly fly there, of whom you have many, to bring food. At some point, all your apartment, from the coffee cup to the chandelier, turns out to be brought in pieces from London. In general, you have long been living in inner London. This is your sovereign democracy two hundred meters in the center of Moscow... Until the moment the plumber arrives. You can't rename him, there's nothing to even dream about.