"Fog over San Francisco and a gloomy sky in crazy flashes of electric lights. It seems as if you are out of time; a feeling of despair mixed with mockery; pavements flooded with water, ordinary people on a walk. At such a time, the night business is booming; in a vague craving for destruction is deeply ingrained in a person’s soul, and prostitutes bestow this destruction on everyone—enough to survive the bad weather and stay afloat. But for the girls, the weather is just right. In all the hotels in the city, prosperity becomes a reality. After midnight, well-being turns into dancing. the hectic opening and slamming of doors, running along the corridors in the midst of unprintable speech that caresses the ear - all about the same ancient instinct; elderly men and green youths, big business and girls, heroes of the occasion, changing clients, march majestically, like sacred priestesses..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan