"1970s USSR. A little girl, about 8 years old, stands quietly in a cold, gray dormitory of a state-run children's home. She has short, dark hair and delicate gymnast's posture — she resembles young Sophie Marceau. Her clothes are simple and worn. She tries to fold them neatly into plastic bags brought by her father from a fish factory — the bags carry the strong scent of fish. Around her, the world is strict and colorless. Her father's presence is harsh and distant, her mother is soft and quiet — the girl's personality reflects both. In the corner of the room, another girl, perfectly clean and well-organized, folds her clothes beautifully. The little girl watches her with quiet admiration and longing. The atmosphere is melancholic, muted, a mix of blue-grays and beige tones. The expression on the girl's face is a mix of determination and quiet sadness. She wants to be like the other girl — clean, elegant, in control — even if all she has is a fish-scented plastic bag."