The club’s interior resembles a forest sunk in the gloom of night. The smell of pine and pollen mixes with the aroma of tobacco and musky animal scents. The only light in the large front room comes from the red lanterns flickering like fires on the tables and from the walls. Images of the hunter at his work—tracking, stalking, pouncing, feasting on prey—also line the walls. The floor is dark and spongy and made to look like years-old layers of fallen leaves and trailing creepers.