1996 — the club Les

Timur Mamedov:
«Three months after "Aerodance" closed, we launched the next project, "Les". It was total underground. If "Aerodance" gave birth to the first rave crowd, then "Les" was where the first trance-heads gathered. The chill-out from "Aerodance" crawled over there, with all its psychedelic tricks.
The owner of the club was Dima Lisenok, the proprietor of this space, where the restaurant "Lesnoy" had previously been. We came to him and proposed: "Fancy us turning you into a club?". The restaurant stood half-empty in the middle of Izmailovo, but the club turned out very powerful.
It was the only real club in Moscow at that time where anything was possible. It was fairly small, for 300–400 people, but very creative. We held themed parties there with a special dress code and design. People without costumes weren't let into these parties.
I remember, on the first of January we threw a party for those who hadn't been let back home, the "Bomzh Party" (Tramp Party). Entry only in tramps' clothes, and a whole crowd of ragamuffins showed up. Such parties took place once a month, and one time the cops turned up at this party at three in the morning. Not just any cops — the tax inspectorate. They don't actually stop the party, but they pull Dima Lisenok into the kitchen and show their papers. "So," they say, "making money, are we?"... I answer them: "We're not making any money, we throw free parties for orphans and the poor. Go and have a look." They look and are gobsmacked — on the dancefloor there are real tramps, bruised and ragged. We tell them we're contractually obliged to hold charity evenings, and today we've got free soup and a disco. We're feeding the homeless, and they're all lousy, so be careful. They got scared, drank some vodka and left.
Another memorable party took place on Victory Day. Entry was allowed only in military costumes, an orchestra played songs from the Great Patriotic War era, an accordionist in a telnyashka strolled across the dancefloor, and we brought in a real field kitchen. The crowd looked splendid; some in officers' uniforms, some as partisans or nurses. And at two in the morning a real Zhukov walks out into the middle of the dancefloor! And says: "My compliments, Comrade Mamedov! Happy Victory Day!". Yes, people back then knew how to club, they did it with imagination...
"Les" closed at just the right moment, and also at its peak. Formally, some problems with the electricity arose there, and we decided to stop it all».