A subtle and slightly tired look at male emotionality, everyday absurdities and the eternal search for balance in the chaos of life - from the neighborhood realities of Yekaterinburg to the philosophy of "now". The hero tries to deal with language, time and relationships, as if checking whether reality has not escaped with the lost phone. The result is a modest attempt to find oneself in a simulation and to understand why hugging is necessary at all, if one has "hugged" and run away anyway.
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