Lech is 26 years old. He lives in a flophouse in Kostroma, where people spend years (and sometimes they die right there, because it's easier to die well-fed and with a roof over your head). His wife left Lehi. Or rather, she offered to be friends, and he did not understand the joke. Lech is going through a hard breakup, so he decides to record a rap: suddenly his ex-wife will hear and understand who she has lost.

Katya is an employee of the Sumarokovskaya Elk Farm; she has been delivering births to elk cows for 20 years and telling tourists about the benefits of elk milk. Katya’s duties sometimes include very cruel things, but she loves her job and her son, for whom she wants a better future like any mother.

Katya is an employee of the Sumarokovskaya Elk Farm; she has been delivering births to elk cows for 20 years and telling tourists about the benefits of elk milk. Katya’s duties sometimes include very cruel things, but she loves her job and her son, for whom she wants a better future like any mother.

Lech is 26 years old. He lives in a flophouse in Kostroma, where people spend years (and sometimes they die right there, because it's easier to die well-fed and with a roof over your head). His wife left Lehi. Or rather, she offered to be friends, and he did not understand the joke. Lech is going through a hard breakup, so he decides to record a rap: suddenly his ex-wife will hear and understand who she has lost.

Lech is 26 years old. He lives in a flophouse in Kostroma, where people spend years (and sometimes they die right there, because it's easier to die well-fed and with a roof over your head). His wife left Lehi. Or rather, she offered to be friends, and he did not understand the joke. Lech is going through a hard breakup, so he decides to record a rap: suddenly his ex-wife will hear and understand who she has lost.

A messenger of the special delivery service does their usual job: delivers orders to people's houses. It'd be an ordinary story, if it wasn't for the deliveries themselves- these are sheer emotions. Any person can send real joy or love or any flashbacks to their addressee - messenger will deliver everything at one's command. But will one feel better?

A messenger of the special delivery service does their usual job: delivers orders to people's houses. It'd be an ordinary story, if it wasn't for the deliveries themselves- these are sheer emotions. Any person can send real joy or love or any flashbacks to their addressee - messenger will deliver everything at one's command. But will one feel better?