Here I watch all these New Year’s films about alternative Russia, where the heroes fifteen minutes before the battle of the curants put and decorate the tree, straighten the olive tree, run to the store for the butter and green peas, ask for hands and hearts from loved ones, perform fairy stupid feats and fall to sleep in other people’s beds... and I suffer with the question: How? How can you forget to buy a bucket for the New Year? Where is Russia?! to