This is a story about grown children. Adults in their 10 years. Cigarettes and alcohol, rudeness and childish immediacy, these few words can describe the world in which Nikita lives. He has 4 grades of elementary school behind him, but now it’s not up to school anymore, he has to earn money and take care of his alcoholic mother. Nikitin's comrades are also "children of the streets." What we called "happy childhood" seems to be losing relevance. And does Nikita need it?
