You can study Moscow by its high culture—the Tretyakov, the Bolshoi, the Philharmonic. But the real Russian life happens during the lunch break, when this great city pauses to grab a bite on the move. That’s when you find out who we are, what we believe in, and what the whole game is about.
Every time I descend into the underworld… apologies, the Metropoliten… I catch myself thinking: this isn’t transport. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Colosseum mixed with a Stoic philosophical academy. You think you’re just heading to ‘Chekhovskaya’? You are profoundly mistaken. You have entered a daily boot camp where the muscle being trained isn’t your bicep, but your resilience.