Virus has been the home for extravagant New Russians and $8 cocktails – the owner never went anywhere, even the dancefloor, without at least six bodyguards – but has transformed itself into a slightly more egalitarian place for the late night crowd. Prices have come down, the sound system has been unpgraded but the toilets – with embedded barbed wire in the men’s toilet seats – remain. Music varies from techno to the odd Russian pop visitor.
