A young man in a tank top and shorts lies on a bed in a dimly lit, old room with peeling wallpaper. Snow falls outside the window.

A small, dimly lit room in 1990s Russia. The wallpaper is faded and peeling, the radiator old and rattling, casting a warm orange glow that fights against the cold. Outside the window, snow falls softly onto a dark street. Anton, a young Russian man in his mid-20s with a lean working-class build, lies on a narrow, worn-out bed. He wears simple cotton boxer shorts and a plain white sleeveless undershirt. His body language is tense: shoulders tight, fingers pressed lightly against his forehead. His expression is the focus — a mixture of deep hesitation, fear, and inner conflict. His eyes are open, staring at the cracked ceiling as if replaying a disturbing memory. There is exhaustion in his face, but also an unmistakable pull toward something he doesn't understand. The lighting is moody and soft, emphasizing the isolation of the room, the cold outside, and the storm of thoughts within him. The atmosphere should feel introspective, lonely, and emotionally charged. See more