Madhouse 411

The old Zhiguli, well-worn by life, rattled along, carrying Dima Maslenkin and his faithful cameraman into the unknown. After the spectacular failure of the video about the mysterious 30-million-ruble garage, where only a rusty oil can and the car in question were found, their financial situation had become desperate. Debts were mounting, and the tax authorities were breathing down their necks.

Dima, once a YouTube sensation, was now sitting behind the wheel, nervously drumming his fingers on the worn dashboard. Go back to his regular job? He'd already forgotten what it was like to live without cameras and likes. The only option left was a new video.

"Listen," he said to the cameraman, "if this video doesn't get hyped, the tax authorities will definitely kill us."

The cameraman merely nodded silently, adjusting the camera. Another adventurous project awaited them, one on which too much depended. And even though the machine creaked with every joint and the future seemed uncertain, they were ready to risk everything for the chance to return to the top.