Varya Bergelson

Three friends, winter, village, night. An ordinary booze turns into a crusade, where everyone carries their own banner of sorrow and pain. In order to forgive all insults in the morning, cuddle up to each other, and, finally, warm up and melt like snowflakes.

Three friends, winter, village, night. An ordinary booze turns into a crusade, where everyone carries their own banner of sorrow and pain. In order to forgive all insults in the morning, cuddle up to each other, and, finally, warm up and melt like snowflakes.

Three friends, winter, village, night. An ordinary booze turns into a crusade, where everyone carries their own banner of sorrow and pain. In order to forgive all insults in the morning, cuddle up to each other, and, finally, warm up and melt like snowflakes.