Misha Kucherenko specializes in sad humor about modern reality, where the boundary between joke and confession is blurring faster than hopes for a bright future. His concert "Tsugtsvang" is notes about human weaknesses mixed with the spontaneous absurdity of life: there are psychological rants and everyday life about inheritance, through which caustic cynicism drills.
There is a growing sense in "The Stoic" that even the cardinal virtues are devalued here. The feat is not to accomplish a feat, but to remain more or less sane under the weight of gypsy heritage, cops, and the dead, who are worth counting if you believe your mother. In the ironic analysis of growing up, there is no room for victories; there is only the market, the fear of rejection, and the blurred benchmarks of masculinity, where the only beacon is a woman with a yellow MTS logo.
