Isolating in Soviet style: It’s nyet for me

The jumble I once covered in Moscow is the dog’s poop.

Invitees wore babushkas , sensible walking shoes, sturdy brown or gray coats.

One lady swilled vodka neat, laced with black pepper, washed down with beer.

One hot item showed a brocade evening gown plus matching coat with fur hem and cuffs. “These will be mass-produced,” intoned the directress.