Darkness fell quickly, adding a sense of urgency that silently crept up everyone’s spines.Then, towering above the woods, black against the sky, stood our lodgings. The building was another award-winning design from the Russian “Fear Works” school of architecture. The only thing missing was a few well-placed gargoyles. It was a nuthouse. I pictured a Soviet version of The Shining with some crazed Boris hobbling about in the snow with a big fuck-off axe.
