Youth, revolution, grief, happiness, Russia. The present day of Russia through the eyes of its young people. The Lost Generation? Or those who defy time, power, fate? Kuzya and Bes. Kultprosvet and Bely. Their friends and their enemies. Where did they come from? Where are they going? There are cigarette butts on the asphalt. Fire in the eyes. A pistol in his pocket. The black and sometimes golden fabric of life is sewn together with pistol bullets. And at the door of the old workshop is Bes’s stepmother, who whispers bitterly: well, when you’ve played enough of your terrible game, big boys...