Artur Shamgunov reflects on marriage, divorce and intimacy with such tired sarcasm that one would like to believe that he himself has long been on the verge between a smart teenager and a grown man. His observations about family relationships and inner voices are an attempt to comprehend the absurdity of modernity, where love has long been mixed with guilt and an endless expectation of respect. In Nizhnekamsk, where even sober people find it hard to listen, humor comes out of his mouth almost like therapy, but without illusions - just an attempt to keep some spark in the everyday burnout.
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