As you can see from this mobile test shot, the stormy sky has finally cleared up, serving as an impressionistic backdrop in the shades of pink, lilac, and gold for Moscow's onion-domed heart on its name-sake river. I feel a little bit like Woland overlooking the City. This calls for night shooting, because sleep is overrated.

The only thing missing in this metropolis is the Moon. (That, too, is something Woland would say, isn't it? But then, of course, he'd make the Moon appear.)