Mr Stefan Braun

Elevated on the 9th floor of a downtown Belgrade building, Mr Stefan Brown is in many ways the wild wild west of the city’s nightlife. You enter the club directly from the elevator, before hitting the massive, centrally positioned bar where cocktail-making wizards jiggle their flasks to the rhythms of girls’ shaking booties, champaign meets rakija and pork is laced with amphetamines, swamped in tacky house music that seems to pour directly out of David Guetta’s ass.