Photos from the cosmodrome and the buran taking off
The criminal hero in the city is a business and office
The sea and the sunset, or maybe the dawn? No, no, just the sea... Sun, will, light
A black-and-white clock, time rushes its flight into the distance and burns bridges between the past and the present
It's raining and the dwarf is walking on the road, or is Harry Rubbed, then? All reflection