Kseniya Tishchenko

A young 15-years-old boy, Kid, has been looking up to his older brother, Valyok, as long as he remembers himself. He desires to become as brave, cocky and masculine as his brother is. Once Valyok and his best friend Ruble finally invite Kid to hang out with them. Everything seems to go on well until older guys decides to do barbecue from a dog. What would Kid do and how his attitude to his brother would change?

We can invent love for ourselves, but it is not in our power to lie. Love is a gift, and it is either there or it is not. Everything else is our fantasies.

A young 15-years-old boy, Kid, has been looking up to his older brother, Valyok, as long as he remembers himself. He desires to become as brave, cocky and masculine as his brother is. Once Valyok and his best friend Ruble finally invite Kid to hang out with them. Everything seems to go on well until older guys decides to do barbecue from a dog. What would Kid do and how his attitude to his brother would change?

A young 15-years-old boy, Kid, has been looking up to his older brother, Valyok, as long as he remembers himself. He desires to become as brave, cocky and masculine as his brother is. Once Valyok and his best friend Ruble finally invite Kid to hang out with them. Everything seems to go on well until older guys decides to do barbecue from a dog. What would Kid do and how his attitude to his brother would change?

A young 15-years-old boy, Kid, has been looking up to his older brother, Valyok, as long as he remembers himself. He desires to become as brave, cocky and masculine as his brother is. Once Valyok and his best friend Ruble finally invite Kid to hang out with them. Everything seems to go on well until older guys decides to do barbecue from a dog. What would Kid do and how his attitude to his brother would change?

We can invent love for ourselves, but it is not in our power to lie. Love is a gift, and it is either there or it is not. Everything else is our fantasies.

We can invent love for ourselves, but it is not in our power to lie. Love is a gift, and it is either there or it is not. Everything else is our fantasies.