Alexandr Isupov

They have been abandoned in a world adorned with concepts such as family, friendship, love, and opportunities. In search of answers to their questions, they devour themselves like a chemical substance that corrodes the world around, in order to eventually learn not to listen but to hear, not to look but to see. And to find their way.

Visiting musician Antonio (aka Anton), inseparable from his trumpet, drops in for a few hours in the city of his childhood, where his friends, partners in inspired boyish outrages, are slowly going crazy from the daily routine. And he can’t leave. Perhaps because the alarm clock with the inscription “Antosha from his mother”, collecting dust in the abandoned barracks of his childhood, just won’t start.