The roaring twenties of the new century. The era of messengers, electronic cigarettes and universal digitalization. The main character is Andrey Mirkin, a promising head of a PR agency. He owes his success and beautiful life to women. Mirkin can seduce almost anyone, he is charismatic, courteous and cynically uses it. He goes head over heels, not thinking about how many lives he has ruined along the way. He just doesn't care. The cherry on the cake in the hero's career promises to be a multimillion-dollar tender. Mirkin's victory in it is guaranteed in advance. But no one knows how much dirt is behind this well-being. And in the coming days, it will overwhelm Mirkin.
Director Mitya escapes from the set of the next television series. In this he is helped by the ghost of Marcello Mastroianni. The decision to escape launches a chain of events with the participation of Mitya's family and friends, which can only be unraveled by the answer to the question of what kind of director he wants to be: great, talented, or just normal.
Petya is a representative of the carefree Moscow youth, and in one day he goes through a test of friendship, love experiences and, finally, an awareness of the need for change.
A group of investigators finds murdered teenagers in a city collector. Unraveling this case step by step, the police faces an unconditional evil - a whirlpool of a big city, which sucks and destroys the weak - those whom no one loves and does not care for. This evil destroys people with impunity, and each of the characters is forced to face it personally, look inside themselves to meet their own demons and fears.
Coach Mikhail Kovalev loses his job due to his scandalous nature and disrespectful attitude towards women. To return to the Super League, he needs to win the volleyball championship with the provincial student women's team. Irina, the perfectionist vice-rector, and Natalia, the ex-girlfriend who harbored a grudge against him, will try to prevent him from doing this.
An almost Chekhovian story about a once successful director making his last film, in spite of everything and everybody, in his country house. Strange guests, vain actors, somewhat eccentric neighbours and the director are reason enough for the author’s irony, and sometimes sarcasm. And you remember? Chekhov’s guns always fire!
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