This is just some random thoughts of mine. Judge for yourselves.

I remembered an incident in Battery Park on an autumn evening: Anya and I were relaxing, drinking some wine, chatting... the weather was great, the mood was "uplifting," and we ran into some guys, the "Moscow never sleeps" type. Hey, hey, how was your trip? Great, we're heading home from the West Coast, we were walking, partying, shopping, we were here and there, we're so happy, we didn't work, we, we, we... STOP!

And we had a really hard time at first, we even had to eat unfinished breakfasts from trash cans...

They vanished in an instant :)