A nostalgic picture of the decaying world on the periphery of a former empire. The seasons determine the rhythm of life for inhabitants of a small island lost on the Caspian Sea. The protagonists rarely come into contact with the outside world. The only visitors to appear on the island are masked soldiers searching for illegally caught sturgeon. Everyone here used to make their living fishing. Today fishing is forbidden, but life goes on as if by inertia. Although the state does not care for its citizens, people mindlessly repeat slogans spewed from television screens. The world doesn't have much to offer the islanders. There are memories of the glory days of the Soviet Union and alcohol that helps to drown out the blues.

Konrad Wirkowski