The concert is like a ride on a Russian minibus: it's shaky, nervous, but you can't tear yourself away. There are disturbing meetings with "cops", and bitter humor about alcohol and family dramas, mixed with tired irony about life on the edge of emigration and survival. The audience is not teenagers with grandmothers, but those who remember when beer was stronger and hopes were weaker. Jokes about everyday life and pain, which sound almost like a confession, but with the usual comic cocktail of bitterness and laughter.
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