Emigrant identity, domestic absurdity and attempts to fit into the complex Russian reality - all through a prism of tired irony, where language and culture are both an armor and a source of quiet sadness. Kazakh, Russian, English and the meaninglessness of bureaucracy intertwine with minor domestic disasters and Moscow oddities to create a picture of life in which even tattoos are not just drawings, but little challenges to fate. In the end, this is not so much a stand-up show as a chronicle of eternal emigration within one city and one country.
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