15.10.2026 Night patrol around Vyborg.

The city at 3 o’clock is a different kind of entity. It’s not just quiet - it’s expectant, as if the streets themselves are holding their breath while the common people are tucked away in their beds.

Tonight, I decided to play the part of a silent guardian - or perhaps a very stylish intruder. My mission: a patrol through the heart of Vyborg, from Cathedral Square all the way to the shadows of the Castle. The uniform? A black PVC catsuit that felt less like clothing and more like a second, much hotter skin.

The temperature was a strange contradiction. Outside, the October air had that sharp, biting edge that makes you want to wrap yourself in layers, but inside the PVC, it was a private summer. Every movement I made produced this rhythmic, crunchy sound - the loud, unapologetic friction of material against material. In the absolute silence of the empty streets, it felt like my own personal soundtrack.

Walking through Cathedral Square, the architecture loomed over me, massive and indifferent.✝️ There’s a certain thrill in being so “extra” in such a solemn place, especially when you’re completely alone. I found myself thinking about the religious activists - the ones who would definitely have something to say about this particular choice of “holy” attire if they were awake. But they weren’t. It was just me and the cobblestones.

The streets were hauntingly empty. No tourists, no cars, just the long shadows cast by the streetlights. As I moved through the old town toward the castle, the sense of surrealism only grew. A doll in shiny black, drifting through a sleeping museum of stone and history.

It was daring, it was hot, and it was perfectly quiet. Except for the sound of me.🖤

Episode 23: Night patrol around Vyborg

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