The art-until-dawn event (доутрарт) last night produced a mass turn-out. Vinzavod was like a football stadium on big match day (Marat Guelman says, like Red Square on 7 November, Soviet era). I staged a strategic retreat to the guest-list-protected Triumph Gallery where I enjoyed a glass of champagne and looked at dark glistening paintings by Ukrainian Sergei Chaika. Then back into the fray. The crowd at Art4ru was spilling onto the streets; the intimate physical access Igor Markin allows to his art collection is remarkable: and as far as I can tell people don't abuse it. A lot of artists were out and about. A 3 am pot of green tea at Coffee Mania by the Conservatory set me back about 15 quid, I think.