The concert is like a diary of a millennial in exile, who, between attempts to understand himself and the world, remembers nuclear strikes, cats and the meaninglessness of ambition. A mixture of anxiety and domestic absurdity, where the special Russian way is an endless series of new "guides", and time flies so fast that you only have time to put on pants. In the end, all that is left is to joke about death, love and how difficult it is to be a "guest" everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
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