Ivaylo Hristov

Let us imagine isolation, fear, almost generic fear, and ancient, pervasive, self-generated. This fear becomes a system. The little man, forced, struggled to maintain his minimal right, the right to survive. But today, this crushed, squeezed, almost destroyed little man stands on the border, the one that separates— or unites—the old system and the new, the world of competition, where survival is precisely through profitability, profit. Then the little man becomes the hero, the model, the hero of this almost demonological thriller.

All kind of crazy characters would gather for a once-in-a-lifetime celebration in honor of a young unsuspecting graduate. However, that very night their lives would change forever because when you mesh all those unapologetic egos together, it is like a ticking time bomb.