Their destination: tight in the heart of Lviv.
At the entrance, guests are greeted by a statue of Leopold von Sacher-Mazoch.
In 1984, George Orwell writes: “Power is not a means; it is an end.”
Something similar was going on with them: checking into the hotel wasn’t just part of the trip – it was the whole point of it.
The windows are sealed tight, shutting out all natural light. Red lamps flood the room, turning it into smth borderline infernal. In the center – a bed without limits. In Russian, there’s a perfect word for it: “trahodrom”, formed from two others: “to fuck” and “aerodrome”.
Usually, people book rooms like this for just a night. These two booked it for 3 days. Three days and three nights together in that place. I imagine they’ll find plenty to do. So I don’t get too bored, she keeps me entertained – sending photos and videos…
