When in the era of eternal isolation and digital fantasy you try to understand who you are - a Russian in Kazakhstan, a Mormon in Ust-Kamenogorsk, or just a person who is tired of propaganda but still clings to friendship and the absurdity of life. All this lump of emigration life, intercultural misunderstandings and drug adventures with a tinge of patriotism that no longer evokes either pride or hope, but rather quiet fatigue and irony.
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