Max Zayats revisits everyday life again, now with the cold gaze of an immigrant whose Moscow realities are about as delightful as a shower in a factory. Sex with an astrologer and meditations with commercials are the absolute norm if you look for absurdity everywhere.
It is noted in passing that in a world where even dogs are sometimes nicer than humans, being recognized in the dining room is almost glorious. Behind all the jokes, a tiredness shimmers: the attempts to restore order and meaning threaten to turn into "menstrua bucket philosophy" - that is, a funny, accurate diagnosis of existence on the verge of absurdity.
