Jacklyn Putina builds a concert around the personal twists and turns between Cossack roots and Moscow realities, where domestic horrors are juxtaposed with absurdity and nostalgia. Here, family melodramas are played out on a survival level, and culture shock becomes a routine that is easy to fail to fit into.
Each episode is an attempt not to lose your mind amidst crowded evenings and bizarre ventures like a Playboy photo shoot and a suitcase with the last of your money. Everything is presented with a slight weariness: what if your whole "own" life is a perpetual TV series, only without a commercial break?
