In Russia, you can now also rent a friend. But it's not a fact that you want to be friends with him In the center of Moscow, in a cafe on Maroseyka, a tall athletic girl sits opposite me, her name is Anya. Her black hair is in a ponytail and her T-shirt reads "Sex, drugs and rock-and-roll". The young lady, manneredly stretching her vowels, tells me in a mentoring tone: “Dashechka, be kind, don’t smoke in front of me, I don’t like it. Read the book Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.