Life through a Crowd of Transitory Flows

The techno backbeats spread through the post-Soviet scenes is great for the long, incredibly far distances I have been covering on foot and stacked in place within the Metro. Things are far smoother in this end of Russia from those in Kiev. The contrast pervades everything, but in a less powerful and more Baltic sort of air. The atmosphere is rough, and the people fall within the same sort of expanse. Again there is the other end of things and incredibly high possibility of the other end, though that isn't something to expect.
The apartment which I am in takes the crumbling 5-foot Soviet expanse in Ukraine down with no comparison. The apartment is close to the centre, a bit underkept though the Russian language lacks the words 'fun' and 'maintenance'. The other people in the apartment are high on travelling, I just met the hostess yesterday as she and her husband were in Germany for a wedding in a castle. The 27 year old daughter and her 5 year old half-Egyptian girl have been living in the place with me, decent English and a bit of class.
Dealings with foreigners are still incredibly closed from attempts to hold Russian cultural cohesion. The reach of the West is visible everywhere in the stores, особенно in the smart part of the city I am in, but the force of it is restrained. The first run I took on metro, I was roughed up by militzia for my passport and a lengthy fucking рассказ on my presence out of the States.
Few things are possible for foreigners without a passport or the copy of such and my visa I have now while it is being processed for my long term visa. The Russian culture is the only thing available to people, anything else is legally distanced. Response to Western visa restrictions and such, or just the enigma of Russia lengthening its lack of possibility for definition? The multiculturalism of the city is around every end, though it is covered through layers of distrust and straight hostility from some sources. Foreigness is taken in and spread, and feared.
The lights of the city splash over the waves of the canals and the Baltic waters in the West, it is dark and cold, and deeper in fathoms than the extent of expression.
И так.