Moscow’s posh Sretenka Street turned into an impromptu bonfire venue today when an Aurus Senat—Russia’s answer to Rolls-Royce, priced like a suburban mansion—decided to spontaneously reenact a dragon’s breath. Flames erupted from the engine bay with the enthusiasm of a vodka-fueled toast, then cascaded into the cabin like uninvited guests at a oligarch’s party.
Bystanders gaped as the 30-million-ruble status symbol morphed into a metallic marshmallow. Emergency crews arrived with the urgency of a Kremlin motorcade, dousing the blaze before it could audition for a disaster film. Miraculously, the only casualty was the owner’s ego—no injuries reported, unless you count the pride of domestic automotive ambition.
In a subplot ripped from dark comedy:
As the Senat’s ashes cool, one question lingers like cheap cologne in a boardroom: When luxury tries to out-German the Germans, should it come with a fire extinguisher—or just a satirical obituary?
