Description
The TV is hissing, the trams have stopped, the rain is pouring down indiscriminately, and somewhere on the screen, that very dream encounter flashes by. It's all simple and at the same time absurdly touching: save up money, get there, settle down nearby, and say “Hi.” Without pathos, but with the confidence that happiness sometimes comes in the form of a neighbor on the staircase. And then there's the endless “Vova, Vova” racing against the beat, as if fate itself had decided to arrange a karaoke session on the theme of waiting. It's ironic, funny, but there's something ridiculously real about this repetition.