Same. There’s something about this kind of peculiarly Soviet architecture (yes, brutalism was a thing outsite the Soviet Union, but a lot of Western countries just couldn’t do it well then and still bloody can’t, the way the Soviet Union usually did it is the only interpretation of it I’ve ever liked), photographed in an Eastern European winter, that’s just my favourite aesthetic ever. More contemporary Western building styles in winter don’t quite do it, summer pictures of these same Soviet brutalist structures don’t quite do it. Huge grey concrete blocks and towers rising out of the snow. Extremely powerful imagery that evokes a strong ideological fortress in the storm that is the Cold War and opposition forces from all sides. For me the appeal of Soviet brutalism is a building that makes you feel like you’d be safe in there, from any threat. Like there’s probably a bunker underneath the part you can see the exterior of. Like the walls are much too strong for any disaster to actually damage the building. And that imagery and being inside a bunker or blockhouse like that, is what I imagine when someone calls me a “tankie” (or makes a joke about commies and our bunkers), and I get all warm and fuzzy inside.