By Π Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π· Π‘ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π½Π°
Π Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π· Π‘ΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π½Π°, 2025
Π ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΌΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΡ. ΠΡΠΈΠ±ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΡΠ½ΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Ρ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΌΠΎΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠ² ΠΈ Π²ΡΠΌΡΡΠ»ΠΎΠ² ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°. ΠΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΠ² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ ΡΠΌΠ°, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½Π½Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΆΠ΅. ΠΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠΎΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π·Π° Π²ΡΠΌΡΡΠ»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ, Π° ΠΊΠ»Π°ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ² ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π² ΠΈΡΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π±ΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ ΠΈΠ»Π»ΡΠ·ΠΈΠΉ.
Sofya Remez, 2025
A body is discovered at a writers' residency near Moscow, belonging to the manager of a grant program. The investigator arrives and finds himself entangled in the personal motives and fabrications of the residents. The pervasive scent of phloxes seems to drive him mad, but the real cause might lie elsewhere. The case takes an unexpected turn as real people emerge from behind the writers' fictional personas, transforming a classic murder mystery into an exploration of an illusion factory.