When everyday life turns into a farce: lost passports, test cups and "restaurant courtyards" as places for survival rather than romance. Vera seems to be trying to find meaning in the chaos of Moscow life, where feminism neighbors fatigue and sarcasm, and masturbation is almost a panacea for depression. All this with a slight bitterness and a barely perceptible hope that somewhere there is room for a real connection, not just another "Teremk".
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