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It’s late at night on Friday, turbid bulb light shivers as we climb the stairs of and old German apartment building. The owner of a tiny room in a shared flat takes out his keys and warns us: “There’s my neighbor, she’s a little insane – strolls across the corridor with a knife at night.” Lanky guy with tousled hair, dressed in tight female jeans and black sweater, opens plastic bag and gets a bottle of Belenkaya out of it. “Vodchillin’,” – he pronounces imperturbably, then pours the drink into plastic cups. And that’s a sweet word to describe the situation: now, here’s the vodka, and here’s the “chill.” Vadim drinks up a shot and rushes to the computer to change a playing song. He shuffles Dial’s minimal-techno with a live recording of soviet band Voskresenie. “Have you heard this shit? It’s The Hacker, he’s insane, extraordinary. He inspires me a lot.” Vadim Pytkin a.k.a. Phil Nite is a Russian musician, who has participated in multiple indie projects, has recently decided to depart from his rock’n’roll past: “Got a guitar? Stuck it up your ass and swing it once or twice,” – there’s the statement to be heard from him constantly, ever since he began to master synths. This point is neither humanistic, nor tolerant, however it does describe him well: even after major changes in musical landscape’s reference points, he’s still nonconformist. “I’m still a punk and I only know how to make music, get drunk and fuck everything up.” These words are not unsubstantiated: last year’