Soviet hollyday.

I was born and raised in the Soviet Union.
Now such a country is no longer on the world map. And thank God.
But the people of my generation must remember this monster.
I tried to convey in this picture all the dullness and meaninglessness of what is happening there.
It doesn't matter what year it happened, it doesn't matter in what city, it doesn't even matter what kind of holiday it is. All this was boring, mediocre and always equally hopeless.
There is no politics here. These are just my associations from a past life.