Maroseyka, steps from KGB, right behind the Drugs Control Committee. What’s the catch? It is a shelf in the kitchen. Long enough to stretch your 5’8″ soul case but not much more. “Not much more” includes access to a toilet that actually flushes and a bathroom with running water, hot and cold except for part of the summer. A washing machine. Even WiFi. A bike too twice as old as an average travelling loser like you. But that’s it. The place is such a cluttered dump that even roaches shy away. At least I haven’t seen any in one of my many visits to Dimitry, who in effect seems to have taken over my slum landlord niche.