Visiting musician Antonio (aka Anton), inseparable from his trumpet, drops in for a few hours in the city of his childhood, where his friends, partners in inspired boyish outrages, are slowly going crazy from the daily routine. And he can’t leave. Perhaps because the alarm clock with the inscription “Antosha from his mother”, collecting dust in the abandoned barracks of his childhood, just won’t start.
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