7:59 am Moscow time. Rush hour. The author rides in a shaking subway car, examines the people opposite, and somewhere in Chelyabinsk, on a couch, a woman is preparing for childbirth. In the Ivolginsky datsan near Lake Baikal, prayers and chants are heard, and in Makhachkala the sun is baking, the mechanic has finished his work, lit a cigarette and squints through the haze on the horizon. How it would like to teleport somewhere and see, feel what a moment of Russian life consists of, how it works, ”thoughts of such an ikebana of destinies, of a cut of processes and phenomena, haunted the director since childhood. Decades later, it became clear that a metaphysical portrait of the country and a unique experience for the viewer to be everywhere and immediately can be realized with the help of a camera and a good team.