Sergey Borovkov

Anton, a successful Russian director in his late thirties, feels hollow despite his career, relationship, and friends. Obsessed with casting the perfect actress for his deeply personal film, he flees to foreign lands, trapped in an exhausting, relentless routine. As weeks pass, the producer makes decisions without him. Alone and spiraling, Anton's self-destruction deepens - until an unexpected, wordless connection offers a faint hope of salvation.

Lionella is a name no one would give to their child where Magomed comes from. The problem is, being a second-hand refrigerator vendor in a remote mountain village, he is of too little authority to his son who has moved away to the city, started a life too different from that of his parents, to the extend that even a name that he chooses for his newborn is unacceptable for the people of his native village.

Anton, a successful Russian director in his late thirties, feels hollow despite his career, relationship, and friends. Obsessed with casting the perfect actress for his deeply personal film, he flees to foreign lands, trapped in an exhausting, relentless routine. As weeks pass, the producer makes decisions without him. Alone and spiraling, Anton's self-destruction deepens - until an unexpected, wordless connection offers a faint hope of salvation.

Lionella is a name no one would give to their child where Magomed comes from. The problem is, being a second-hand refrigerator vendor in a remote mountain village, he is of too little authority to his son who has moved away to the city, started a life too different from that of his parents, to the extend that even a name that he chooses for his newborn is unacceptable for the people of his native village.