Probably in every major industrial city there is such a place. A place full of determination to subordinate you to it, forcing you suffocate or even just disappear. In my hometown of St. Petersburg such a place are two traffic arteries or, more accurately, the Obvodny Canal and the Obukhov Defense Prospect which, if you look at the map, may well correspond to two sides of a triangle. And all three meeting points of the triangle sides belong to the Neva River.