Polina Dobrovolskaya

Barbie in the metaspace of the ‘Russian world’: when the doll is taken out of the package, the bright makeup runs down her face like little streams of dirt, her high cheekbones become bruised, and the plastic cracks when clashed with reality. If you don't morph from a chrysalis into a butterfly with titanium wings studded with spikes, how long will you be able to survive in this world?

In a city hospital, a young man and his mistress decide to find out the relationship, waiting for his wife, who was poisoned because of their affair, to come out of a coma. Two views on the same problem, two worlds that can not touch, and one dialogue that cuts through space and time in the hope of finding answers...