Semen Timofeev

Kir builds his own rotary DJ mixer. Grandfather Grigo is exalted by the surge of ambition from his past. The knot of insecurity clenching inside him loosens as his comrades allow themselves to simply live, mixing Tchaikovsky and rap.

Without work, without a dream, alone. A searching soul can so easily create an idol for itself. The crystal image of which usually inevitably crumbles into grains of sand of unfulfilled expectations. Grisha and Andy on the same stool of charm or disappointment.