Moving from the provinces to the capital, a person can change with astonishing speed. Our provincial hero, heading to St. Petersburg, even on the road starts to feel irritated by people like him: you can’t escape these newcomers anywhere! And then the rhythm of the big city begins doing its work. Restaurants, theaters, meetings—supposedly important matters—in the frantic swirl of which you can’t quite grasp what is truly important.
So what is important? Long searches for meaning amid active emptiness lead the hero to a hospital for the mentally ill. Is there another path?