In the deep blackness of the night, the huge building of Neva shone brightly like a beacon of light, tainting the endless darkness yet deepening the beauty of its depths with its willful infringement.
As one would expect of a sore existence, apart from the sleeping earth; within its constraints, unlike the silence of the night, were filled with the shuffling of feet, murmurs of men, and excitement that hung tight in the air.
The perpetrators of this defilement were none other than the Neva workers, and they all stood in the large space, swept across with light and a charming infrastructure that promised a brilliant night to be had.
"Is it already time?" A belated lady expressed the grumbling question that lodged into the mind of most Neva employees, the ones that had really come to transgress the night.
