About the bandits of the “dashing nineties”, but without the traditional coolness and show-off. There are no “real boys who have everything concrete”, but there are boys who have not found use for their strengths and skills in the ruins of the economy and morality of a once powerful power. These yesterday's pioneers and Komsomol members, “excellent students in combat and politics,” were raised to live in one country, but they had to live in a completely different one. Banditry is shown not in a large city, but in a small village, which is not even marked on the map of Russia, where everyone knows each other. Where defenders of the law and its violators only yesterday studied in the same class. Where everyone is visible at a glance.