Зимняя Ден

Zimniy Den or Winter Den, truth be told is that most people have never heard of it. No matter, it doesn't look like the sort of place that would be well know anyways. The exterior looks to be a concrete building, worn and stained with age and the ravaging of the weather. The only indication that the place is occupied by anything at all are the nailed up Cyrillic letters; "Зимняя Ден".

The door looks uninviting, as if it wants to spurn the guests before they even arrive. The windows are stained and in need of a good wipe, though those with a keen eye will see that the other side is so densely frosted that nothing could be seen from just peering in. Whatever could be in there? Despite the horror movie prop of a door, it opens easily during the hours of 1pm and... whenever.

No matter how hot it may be outside, opening the door will blast potential patrons with an arctic chill. It's freezing inside. Despite the looks of the exterior, the interior is actually somewhat bright. Another surprise: everything is ice.

From the chairs to the tables, the serving bar to the glasses, lamps and couches and the restricted staircase leading to the upper floor, all of it is made of solid ice. Pelts of various animals are draped over some of the furniture, and the bar looks to seat about fifteen people. It's a hole in the wall, carefully hidden away.

Pasha Mikhaylichenko-Molotov, the owner and sole employee of the bar, seems displeased to see any patron that happens to wander in. But then again, isn't that his default expression? No matter, he'll serve them if they order; it's mostly vodka, vodka and more vodka of various origins. Drinks are served in ice glasses, and sometimes he can be seen quietly forming them from the slowly dripping tap behind the counter.