Coffee is like a plague, neighbors are living museum exhibits, and death is an occasion for jokes and "gengi" at the wake. In a world where even grandmothers are samurai and office colleagues are lats of old money, one can only learn English with Grishka and dream of a physiotherapist named Oksana. Life in Ilgums is a mixture of post-Soviet absurdity and quiet ennui, where happiness is simply not being a pimple and not overpaying for apples.
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