A bathhouse is the final space in which life appears gradually (from the moment of construction), each window and each balcony is filled with its own personal chaos of life, which is very similar to the second law of thermodynamics, which states that entropy cannot shrink and seek to grow in a closed space. I see such houses as myself as an incredibly beautiful combination of artificial structure and human chaotic nature. A house without people is a completely empty shell with the same consecutive blocks, but with the people of each such block there is a story and a life.