Philip Voronin steers into a world where Moscow cabs are a school of philosophy, and app ratings are more important than trust. Against the background of barbershops, eternal "debt months", and iPhones with their own past, the surrounding reality is so grotesque that you have to check if it's a zoo if you suddenly get a discount based on your surname.
In his concert "4.99 out of 5" all the conversations are like random hitchhikers: sometimes you want to leave early, but you still listen to the end. Tired cynicism is evident in every everyday detail: how not to go crazy when even your memories are now stored in the cloud, and real intimacy has long since been reduced to the average arithmetic value in the app.
