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An urban tragicomedy set against a backdrop of beats and neon signs. It all started with dancing - as always, over something trivial: someone didn't get there in time, someone else got there by mistake. And now resentment flares up, the air trembles, someone clenches their fists, and someone else clenches their lips. All because of a girl, of course. Because of a look that promises more than it intends to give. Because of youth, which does not yet know where pride ends and trouble begins.

And then - as if in slow motion: the club, the screams, the garages, the swings, someone's phone that no one answers. God will probably take them away, but not all of them and not right away. Because faith does not save everyone - sometimes it just doesn't have time.