Jewgen was sitting in the living room. In camouflage trousers, boots with steel inserts and a "woman beater". He drinks beer and smokes. It's dark in the room, the only light that illuminates him and the old leather sofa he was sitting in. He was looking at Nupagagyi. An old Soviet fairy tale. Sometimes he would chuckle at it. Why is it still up? Almost midnight.....