Boris Nikolaychik

Two friends set off on a journey along the borders of Belarus on Chinese bicycles with gasoline engines. 47 days of travel, endless breakdowns and dozens of random encounters add up to sketches about the life of the outskirts of the most Soviet of all post-Soviet countries. Villagers, students, rappers, drunks. The long road gradually erases the line between reality and cinema, and with each kilometer it becomes more difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Two friends set off on a journey along the borders of Belarus on Chinese bicycles with gasoline engines. 47 days of travel, endless breakdowns and dozens of random encounters add up to sketches about the life of the outskirts of the most Soviet of all post-Soviet countries. Villagers, students, rappers, drunks. The long road gradually erases the line between reality and cinema, and with each kilometer it becomes more difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Two friends set off on a journey along the borders of Belarus on Chinese bicycles with gasoline engines. 47 days of travel, endless breakdowns and dozens of random encounters add up to sketches about the life of the outskirts of the most Soviet of all post-Soviet countries. Villagers, students, rappers, drunks. The long road gradually erases the line between reality and cinema, and with each kilometer it becomes more difficult to distinguish one from the other.