“He takes binoculars from the windowsill and puts them to his eyes. I forgot to take off my glasses. He takes off his glasses, adjusts the lenses, leans into the coolness of the eyepieces, and finds three of his own among the windows opposite. They are located one below the other, like a traffic light, and the “green” light is on in all three. At the bottom there is a massage table flush with the window sill. A puny Chinese or Kazakh masseur diligently kneads the dough of a woman’s body. A woman lies on her back with her eyes closed, covering her chest with a narrow towel..."