Life in the "six days to plow, one day to survive" mode and an eternal lack of time for vacations, which neither money nor dreams of blue helicopters can save. Prostate, twins and apartment dramas - everything is like in a modern absurd novel, where the hero dreams not of a miracle, but simply of peace and the opportunity to send everything far away, but he can't. Relationships and equality here are juxtaposed with anxiety and absurdity, and small pleasures like an unpaid seven-ruble bag become almost a philosophical revelation. The result is a tired look at a world where freedom is not a luxury, but a small act of supermarket theft.
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