‘If you had a wish, what would it be?” asks the interviewer. The lugubrious woman is struggling to stick damp wallpaper back on a damp wall in a Moscow flat some time in the 1980s. “Huh?” she asks. “I don’t have any dreams and even if I did they wouldn’t come true. I don’t believe in anything or anyone.”
“And,” she adds with a cheeky grin that almost redeems the miserable scene, “I don’t believe in you, either.”
