This is the fairy tale about the Gazprom Tower in beautiful St. Petersburg/Russia. About the kings and queens creating it, about their dreams and wishes, about the wonderful buildings preceding it and the kings and queens who built them. It's about voices behind the curtain and subjects, who don't obey.
It's a long story cut short, but without an end. Because once you release the spirits you won't get rid of them, or as Faust said: Spirits that I've cited, my commands ignore.
