A film about modern Armenia, which preserves traditions, culture, historical monuments.

Some of the last natives of the flooded city of Mologa live in Rybinsk. They have something to remember. These memories are layered on the impressions of the Victory Day and the Day of Remembrance of the lost city.

Once there lived Syoma, went fishing, played football, was booked to go to Mexico, was the most typical 12-year-old boy. Once it was the summer of 2022 and Syoma asked me: "Do you want to tell a scary story?"

Through a series of Moldova's agricultural and industrial landscapes, the film delves deep into the intricate relationship between humanity and nature, while shedding light on how the country's historical background continues to shape its present.

A documentary exploring the behavior of individuals left alone for 10 minutes in an empty white space.

This is a story about the emergence and uniqueness of Ural music, based on the life of a specific musician, Nikolai Shabunevich from Yekaterinburg, Russia. Creating music is Nikolai's passion, but the local specifics of the Russian music industry leave their mark on his professional path. Nikolai has to combine several jobs: an English teacher at the university, a radio host, and a master of ceremonies at a jazz club, a film and game translator, in order to be able to create authentic and sincere music and build a unique community around himself. Nikolai strives to go beyond just Russian-language music, hoping that it will be heard not only in his region and country but also worldwide.

Anya is 17 years old and she spends her last school summer with relatives on the island of Sviyazhsk. In the evenings she goes out for a walk.

Many people think that the fear of death is insurmountable. Sergei Yakushin, director of Siberia's largest crematorium, disagrees. He rehearses his own funeral to overcome this fear. He is also the first in Russia to offer people to conclude a lifetime funeral agreement and take care of their last day in advance. People flock to the crematorium to get the answer to the most important question of their lives.

Have you ever felt truly understood by someone? What was it like, and how did it feel? Was it real, or did it just seem that way? This film is my exploration of mutual understanding—delving into my own thoughts and engaging with people I met on the streets of St. Petersburg, Tel Aviv, Colombo, and Tashkent.

"My dad fought in both World War II and even in Chechnya. I don't want my dad to fight. He doesn't even have a bulletproof vest. Then they'll kill him, and I'll be left alone." (c) The protagonist of the film, a quote from the film.

A film about faith, filmed in a children's pilgrimage camp of the same name. Questions about the eternal are answered by children, priests and nature itself.

A funny and sad story about two friends from Kiev who ended up on opposite sides of the barricades, but nevertheless lend each other a shoulder in difficult times.

The film tells about the culture and way of life of India and Cambodia, one of the most popular and favorite countries for Russians, as well as about the ancient city of Jerusalem.

Three meetings. Brother and sister. Hate, love and drugs. Everyone makes a choice.

Two people in love are forced to move to different cities. As a farewell gift, he gives her a camera containing recordings of the time they spent together. However, due to a mistake, all the files are dated January 1, 2006.

A small miracle in besieged Leningrad.

Gleb is three and a half years old. The parents decide to send him to kindergarten.

The film is an attempt to make visible the experience of people with social phobia.

Upon retirement Alexander Malyavko created a museum of old memorabilia in the suburbs of Moscow. The museum is dear to his heart and he wants to perpetuate it by shooting a movie. He is in a hurry to finish the shooting, for he is already 85.

If we imagine a space where the imprints of human existence are preserved, what would it look like? What form would these 'imprints' take? Lost objects are the silent traces of 'nameless inhabitants'—people whose stories we will never know.