Mariya Bolshova

“Great Poetry” is about two guys who live on the outskirts of Moscow and work as cash collectors. They’re young, lonely, and all they have in the world is each other. They spend their lives moving money for other people. They attend a poetry class at the local cultural center and watch cockfights at a dorm for migrant workers. Their attempts at finding poetry in the prosaic world around lead them to the conclusion that the only poetic move they can make is to rob a bank. The film isn’t about words or rhymes. It’s about friendship and betrayal, and about our vicious and alien world in which anyone who tries to be honest and consistent ends up looking naïve and cruel. It’s about the everpresent and incomprehensible force that — in spite of everything — makes our life so frantic, strange, and lonely

A story about Russian aerospace engineer and scientist, creator of well-known Soviet helicopter Mi-1 and the founder of Mil Moscow Helicopter Plant

In a nostalgic Moscow of 1976, an unlucky actor meets a charismatic writer, a living classic of Soviet literature, who turns his life into a tragicomic farce with the artistic bohemia, foreign-currency prostitutes, the KGB staff and agents of the CIA.

Masha's son loses a tooth. Masha goes to pawn the ring to get cash and put a thousand rubles under her son’s pillow. Having learned why Masha needs money, the pawnbroker is ready to give the treasured thousand for a baby tooth.

The city at night. A bus stop. A drunken man is dozing there. A young woman approaches. He asks her for help—to pour some cognac into his mouth. He cannot do it himself; his hands are occupied holding a grenade with a pulled pin—a weapon he came to possess purely by accident. The young woman calls the police. While waiting for help to arrive, a dialogue unfolds between them.

The city at night. A bus stop. A drunken man is dozing there. A young woman approaches. He asks her for help—to pour some cognac into his mouth. He cannot do it himself; his hands are occupied holding a grenade with a pulled pin—a weapon he came to possess purely by accident. The young woman calls the police. While waiting for help to arrive, a dialogue unfolds between them.

The city at night. A bus stop. A drunken man is dozing there. A young woman approaches. He asks her for help—to pour some cognac into his mouth. He cannot do it himself; his hands are occupied holding a grenade with a pulled pin—a weapon he came to possess purely by accident. The young woman calls the police. While waiting for help to arrive, a dialogue unfolds between them.