Lunch in Glavpivtorg

all of a sudden i had a small gap for lunch, and my folks were close by, so dashed for a quick city lunch together, here we are in Glavpivtorg, Soviet-styled restaurant. what this little man might be thinking about... maybe phylosophically: oh, what are we going to do with our past, look at this wall behind me? or simply: when are they going to bring my lunch? or decisively: i'm going to tolerate this blipperazzi for the last time!