Roman Kositsyn is the man who explains loneliness while standing in the middle of a noisy square, and does it with a rare mixture of tenderness and indifference. His concerts are a close look at the fatigue of life, where every family photo shoot becomes a reason for teasing, and sleepless nights become an occasion for philosophical remarks.
The unpredictability of relationships and the "right to make mistakes" Roman turns into a comedy of the absurd: here the birth of a child is not a triumph, but a new source of anxiety, and modern myths about progress are shattered by the ironic indifference of the author. However, through this cynicism there seeps a slight sadness for the lost simplicity - where the hat-cockerel was the real happiness, not a detail for a photo on social networks.
Even the most intimate topics - sex and medical issues - in Kositsyn sound as if truth and laughter decided to play a game of chess. And few people realize who has black on the board.
