OtyKen
The dimly-lit Yantar banquet hall's gilded appointments silently beheld grandiosty: Attired elegantly in ancestral garb, the ladies raised up sounds dynamic, from eras winds of time had ushered away. There were, that night, horsehead violins, drums of diverse descriptions, and electric bass. A male throat singer dwelled toward the rear. All undulated, like puppets on the rhythm's strings. Jazz dancers stepped impossibly.
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