Nikita Shevchuk is a comedian from the breed of people who most of all appreciate the silence in their own heads. His concerts are a correspondence with reality, where vanity and everyday life invariably turn out to be stronger than any bright hopes. There is tiredness from work, domestic melodramas, and dashing absurdities like the seven-ruble bag as a symbol of human freedom.
Shevchuk methodically analyzes how simple survival turns into an existential quest: rest is a myth, relationships are a bickering on equal footing, and every feeling requires additional explanations. The heroes of his stories are mired in anxieties about today and tomorrow, but even through the dystopia of everyday life, a simple philosophy shines through: sometimes the only way to win is simply not to play by the imposed rules.
There's no room for pink ponies and optimistic helicopters in his view of life. Freedom is, at most, an innocent supermarket theft and the right to be tired without excuses.
