This is my hundredth film. I always shoot about what I don't know in order to find out. I can't do anything, only make movies. The heroes of this film can't do anything either, only play music. This film is about me and other non-universal people that are changing our world. This film is about recording a piece of music at night.

The Great Orthodox Journey of the Monk Zacchaeus.

One person decided to sell the trailer, which he used as a dacha. And he went to the Black Sea, to the southernmost edge of Russia, where there is a trailer to sell it. But the trailer is not in a simple place. And in a place where the most important questions of life arise. Where a person is alone with himself. Where the mechanism of the universe is almost exposed. Where happiness is about to turn from a fleeting sensation into a permanent state. Where it seems that you can cut off all unnecessary and achieve freedom. Or is it just age? Time, not place?

“I keep coming back to those memories. Death this time came very close and took my friend. And she left me. This is how the year began. The strangest year of my life. When I realized that I was gradually losing everything and did not understand how this happened. last year of the millennium. The first year of the life that was left to me for some reason. With this author's introduction, a film diary of one year begins with the miracle of a continuing life.