Nurmakhambet Aitenov

Karim lives with his son in a small dorm room. Their way of life is unsettled, and the world is manly stingy with compliments and emotions. Not everything in their relationship turns out as smoothly as we would like, and the affectionate hand of a woman is not enough in this uninhabited space. But after all, sorrows and problems are forgotten when the father's shoulder is always there, and the son's hand is always in his big palm.