In the very center of Ukraine, just 191 kilometers from Kyiv, is the village of Balakleya. Its inhabitants live their lives, self-sufficient, not needing the outside world at all. They lay the Christmas table, sing carols, go to visit each other, and plant potatoes in the spring. Their way of life is based on traditions that have been developing for centuries and that exist now. Religion in Balakliya is closely intertwined with the life of the villagers and forms their identity. Watching the preparation of food and feasts, the authors plunge into the unhurried, measured life of a completely isolated world, the main principles of which are based on hospitality and love for one's neighbor.

Nastya dreams of a big Christmas table for the whole family, but at the moment her family is a grandmother and a cat. Nastya's life resembles a jazz motif when suddenly from a sharp note in the upper register you can jump off to talk about IKEA's sofas and sterilizing a cat, bypassing the main topic of parents.