The location is certainly inconvenient, but these are small things. The third floor has a dirty and shabby interior and stairs, too, nothing to worry about. The props are scuffed, broken, and you can't breathe on some elements at all. The slippers are worn and full of holes, the rubber flip-flops are torn so that it is impossible to walk in them. Fortunately, the studio is small, I didn't really have to. What the terminal is in the studio for is completely unclear. But all this would not have been so noticeable and attracted attention if it hadn't been for the RUDENESS of the hostess towards our photographer and the situation in general. Although everyone talked to her calmly, they waited as long as necessary when she was away, they didn't squeeze any money, everything was paid for, the hall was cleaned, nothing was broken and the rules were followed. If you have a bad day with someone who really doesn't happen, you don't need to transfer your attitude to others. If the payment is made in cash on THIS day, then you need to warn in advance, or hide the terminal in this case. Otherwise, you don't understand what it's for. I doubt we'll ever come back here. There was an unpleasant aftertaste.