You can sit in three nice rooms filled with fresh flowers while listening to cheerful songs from the loudspeaker. The main dish is the St. Petersburg meme, which a gray-haired intellectual and a bearded hipster, a first-grader and a serious man in a jacket secretly dream of. Rosy and hot as the sun, the donut is bursting with mood. The appetizing heat of the donuts must be washed down: sweet Crimean juices are poured from three-liter jars at Pyshechka, Duchess and Barberry lemonades are poured from cones, milkshakes are stirred and coffee with milk is brewed, as in the olden days.

Fat donuts cost 29 rubles apiece; the donut is life-affirming and fleeting delicacy. Three minutes and your order is already on the plate, generously sprinkled with powdered sugar. You slightly burn your fingers and freeze with pleasure. Look around: you are among your own. With a familiar movement you shake off the snow-white powder from your clothes, a smile flutters on your face, the day was not in vain. And you will definitely come back here for this childhood-like joy.