The movie sings about me, about you, about itself.
Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?
