You've ended up in an industrial city on New Year's Eve. It's -30°C outside, snowdrifts up to your waist, and the stairwell smells of cats and hope.

Welcome to the vpiska.

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A friend of a friend invited you to drop by an old apartment for a drink, some snacks, and to wait for the TV to broadcast the chimes at midnight.

Inside: cigarette smoke, the stench of cheap vodka, the smell of Olivier salad, and melancholy. The small Khrushchyovka apartment is packed with a dozen strangers. Someone's arguing about politics, someone's just staring blankly at the TV, someone's already trying to play the guitar. Nobody's showered in a while, but they're all ready for the New Year.

Your goal is to not lose your mind before midnight. Drink, snack on herring under a fur coat, listen to other people's problems, throw in your two cents, and try to figure out who among these people will become your best friend by morning, and who you'll want to strangle with a boot.

Say whatever you want. There's no script here—just grotesque situations, nostalgia for things that never were, and tons of alcohol as the only way to survive this night. It will be awkward, gross, and sometimes - burningly sincere.

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