Onstage in an industrial redbrick rehearsal space in Atlanta, 5,300 miles from the former Soviet Union, Ciara is practicing being spontaneous. “Hello Russia! Thank you so much for all your support. It’s great to be here with you. Are you all ready for some love, sex, magic?” Outside, someone is grilling meat on a mini hibachi, and the numbing sound of traffic whooshes in the distance. Inside, the lobby walls are lined with yellowing autographed photos (Monica, Chilli from TLC) and framed gold records (and cassettes). Two weeks from now, Ciara will be touring in support of her fifth full-length album, Ciara, out this summer.