Hey, expat, you better clutch that passport. You just crossed the threshold—bam! The city has already gotten into your gut. Moscow doesn’t mess around; it strikes immediately with instinct and pure, undiluted life. Forget the tourist clichés about borscht and balalaikas. If you were expecting sterile order, brace yourself for a cultural shock—the air here is saturated with your own ambition, mixed with exhaust fumes, other people’s fake swagger, and the aftertaste of phony success. Welcome to a Moscow that doesn’t just smell—it dictates. Are you ready to breathe it all in?