We Exchange Money for Wind

Recently, among regular club-goers, who are difficult to surprise, people have begun to appear (often sun-kissed) who, after spending a couple of weeks somewhere in warm countries, return with eyes full of un-Moscow enthusiasm. Finding a grateful listener, these people begin to dreamily wave their hands toward the dark club ceiling and say strange words like: kite, wing, kitesurfing, blending with the wind... And they joyfully and honestly say about themselves: - I went.