In Russia’s unwelcoming north, garages stretch out into endlessness. Behind rusty doors everything can be found, except cars. They are the refuge of the Russian man, the vanishing point out of bleak daily life and a signal of hope for big dreams.
It’s summer, the sun is shining, and the cooling waters of the lake are just a few steps away. Nothing could ruin this peaceful atmosphere. Or could it? An angry family of ducks and a broken inflatable toy will sure try their best.
