In one small Belarusian town, which, nevertheless, is inscribed in the history of world art, the culture suddenly becomes very sad. Important urban spaces are being closed, where something interesting has always happened, cultural life was in full swing. The most active and not indifferent are asked to leave. Who is to blame? Maybe the wooden man Innokenty, or maybe something else.

Every year, on the days of the summer solstice, Belarusians celebrate the Kupalle (Ivan Kupala) holiday. This is a celebration of unity with the native land, which has always given the Belarusians an energy charge for the whole year. New couples were created on Kupalle, children were conceived. There are no Belarusians without Kupalle. The current political situation has broken the connection of Belarusians with their native culture, tradition, has replaced the true spiritual values ​​of the nation with a trend of base mass entertainment. But the people's initiative lives on, and traditions live on, and Belarus lives side by side with the imposed absurdity.

The hypnotic everyday life of the artist Artur Isachenkov, the one hundred and second history of Zen, or the unbearable burden of quoting in the exterior.

Everyone in the yard knows the eccentric Oleg, but no one knows where he goes on his two-wheeled tractor.