Khetag Khugaev is a man in a concrete jungle circus, where sincerity is considered a worse extreme than parachuting. His concerts are a chronicle of his struggle with traditional expectations: responsibilities, mortgage and endless roles of a real man, in which it is easier to break down than to become the protagonist.
Instead of heroism, there's weariness and teenage angst in trying to survive amidst tortured advice, family dramas and panoramic windows for chickens. The main idea is simple: in a world where everyone wants masks and ponces, being yourself is the worst of good ideas.
