Sochi will never be as it was. Hot, light-hearted city rich in trees and bushes is now floating in construction dust. Nothing but monstrous high-risers can grow on Black Sea resort land fattened with capital flood. The city is gasping for air – its old crooked streets have been blocked with luxury cars and new straight highways - with the construction machinery. Sochi is a place of sharp and deep changes. Always people feel sad for the past, whatever changes were not.