It's a great place. However, at the entrance, some gopnik got to me and said that some Sultan had some kind of conversation with me.
There is a souvenir shop on the second floor, but while I was examining the goods, the seller rudely told me, "Go on, go on, you have nothing to do here." There is a repair shop on the same floor. They agreed to darn my socks for a bottle of vodka.
And so everything is cool