Metro. Escalator. Morning. A huge number of people hurrying to work, not noticing anything in front of them. Each lost in thought, but reflexively repeats the movements of others. It is arresting the rhythm of the mass. 

What remains if you focus only on the human? His personality together with other similar personalities creats a common form of human existence, their heterogeneity, revealing a single idea, a thought, a belief in something.

Systematic reproduction of events filling life underground, the expediency of hurrying for the repetition of the daily outside the metro - the long-organized life of a big city can awaken thoughts about something really important.

Crosswalk is the place where people literally collide. This stage man overcomes on the road in the city and on his life's path.

Shouldn't be underestimated the simplicity, because there is hiding beauty. There is an amazing in the elementary things, which can be seen just on the way home.

Human aspiration, movement forward, towards the goal symbolizes the road. The foggy distance, the barely discernible silhouettes somewhere out there on the horizon seem extraordinarily important, while the true value is the path itself.

The state exists because of its people, whose strength is truly great.  Discontent, disagreements and mistrust - blood is not a solution to problems. Dialogue is always necessary.

A place where we'll never meet, where our hopes and dreams will be destroyed, but there will be ruins on which a new civilization will rise, in which you will be God to yourself.

Go out into the street, take a look around. We are alive, we are, and there is no need to invent anything. Look to the left. Look to the right. All truth and urban beauty before you.

Go out into the street, take a look around. We are alive, we are, and there is no need to invent anything. Look to the left. Look to the right. All truth and urban beauty before you.