You keep up with the times if you have a portrait of Che Guevara on your T-shirt. And it doesn't matter that you don't pronounce his name. You enjoy the respect of your classmates if you are informal and anti-globalist. And it’s okay that you and your comrades visit a fast food establishment secretly from each other. But what happens if your ideological brethren find out that your beloved is the daughter of the main city capitalist, and your place of work is a stronghold of the bourgeoisie? A difficult choice faced Alyosha on the eve of the anti-glamor riot. What will win in him: loyalty to the ideals of protest or love for the beautiful Lisa?