Not decorated with tinsel empty Moscow of the concrete-stable 70s, a showcase of Soviet developed socialism, rapidly growing Brezhnev residential new buildings pressing the weeds on the outskirts. The inhabitants of an exemplary communist city from among those who cannot calm the entrepreneurial itch, burdened by downed moral attitudes, do their own small personal business not befitting the era for the purpose of personal enrichment in a way that has not yet come to the attention of the supervisory authorities. A young man of almost sterile orthodox-Soviet education with an ordinary place of residence in the prestigious LCD of Stalin’s high-rise, having simultaneously unsuccessfully got into the friendzone, discovers this social phenomenon and, having understood it, gives him the correct effective moral assessment condemning him.
Evidence of the efforts to forge the proper image of the Soviet man. Towards the end of the Soviet Union, it was getting worse and worse, and the forgers themselves gradually scored on the process, getting carried away with other things.
Quite stilted acting, visualizing and voicing the story of A. Rybakov, clearly would not hurt to add naturalness. Very intelligently speaking character-boxer hot-tempered, as he is characterized by other characters, does not look at all.