We meet them in a post-industrial, post-soviet, post-apocalyptic, dystopian landscape. Perhaps we are in hell? We hear a moaning wind and distant machinery groaning and grinding away in pain and perhaps even the odd scream. This is Vlad and Igor's world. A world of cold, hunger, and endless boredom. Perhaps we are in Limbo, some kind of purgatory but to Igor and Vlad, this world is their daily grind, a fight for survival, but for what purpose? Perhaps the endless days pass by uneventfully, identical; except that this day, naturally, will be is slightly different.