Two friends drift through Kyiv’s »yebenya« (Ukrainian slang: a remote, forgotten place — literally »the ass-end of nowhere«), hopping city trains, tracing smokestacks, and power lines of Ukraine’s wounded electrical grid, chatting about the (in)ability to cry. An old DV camera is obsessed with smoke dissolving into clouds, its gaze repeatedly cut by military commands enforcing martial law: »Look, how beautiful.«— »I don’t care. Delete it.« They erase — and film again. Filming becomes defiance, a way to insist on being alive. The trembling image searches for something to hold onto in a stifling reality, pausing on a familiar face and zooming in on teary eyes. »I really need this.« A raw, electrifying debut, where choosing what to see becomes an act of resistance.