A new play, Black Milk, offers a worm’s eye view of post-Communist Russia as seen from the bottom of the heap. The setting is a remote railway station in a remote part of the ’Boundless
Motherland’. Stranded there are a young spiv, selling overpriced toasters to the local peasantry, and his heavily pregnant wife. They don’t like the place, they don’t like the people, and they
don’t much like each other.