Propaganda: 9 years with us

In April, Propaganda turned 9 years old. Looking back, we remember thousands of parties, concerts, guests, new friends, smiles, romantic encounters, crazy love affairs, wonderful music, early dawns at Bolshoi Zlatoustinsky, lunches with friends, Francesca, Sanches, Boris Romanov, Anton Zap, Vanya Yazykov, Zig-Zag, queues at the entrance 'to the payphone booth', Caesar salad, lightning-fast bartenders, and sweet waitresses arousing our fantasies. We remember how we looked forward to Thursdays all week, danced and danced. We remember how, going on vacation, we regretted not having Propaganda music with us, and upon returning to the City, rushed to the club to share news with friends, many of whom we never remembered by name, never exchanged numbers with, but knew for many years. We knew that when the time came, we would meet them at Propaganda, as inevitable as the arrival of a new spring and evening twilight, and when we saw them somewhere in the city, we smiled and sometimes said out loud: 'Propaganda - forever'. Propaganda has raised a whole generation of kind-hearted friends with open hearts, and now many of us are already bringing our children to eat something tasty from the delicacies prepared by Nina Yakovlevna, the indispensable chef and 'mother' of Propaganda. Time will fly by imperceptibly, and believe me, very soon we will take our grandchildren for lunch at the club where we once danced to old-school house music and met their grandmother at the bar one Thursday.