Every day hundreds of men risk life and limb going down into the Buzhanska mine in the Ukraine to mine coal with rusty old tools from the Soviet era.

Ukrainian countryside. A carnival-like ceremony, soviet style, obsolete, entertaining. Then, all of a sudden, into the coal mine, explodes the violence of a prison world where everyone finds refuge behind a registration number, as a talisman that enables them to survive the chaos. A dive into the bowels of the earth that devours its own children, in the same time she feeds, warms them up, enlightens them all.—Gaël Mocaër Films

Ukrainian countryside. A carnival-like ceremony, soviet style, obsolete, entertaining. Then, all of a sudden, into the mine, explodes the violence of a prison world where everyone finds refuge behind a registration number, as a talisman that enables them to survive the chaos. A dive into the bowels of the earth that devours its own children, in the same time she feeds, warms them up, enlightens them all. Hard to believe : light can come out of this skimpy, sweltering, airless, light less, space less world, invaded with metal, dust, crawling and bended men. This film is an experiment. It is about imprisonment, the physical as the mental one, about brutality, fear, this form of inner animality due to unwitty collective isolation. It is about our dark side, this physical inconvenience, when spirit is lethargic and desire anesthetized. Without words, Russian literature is there. This film is dark but not faithless. A party, few balloons, yellow and blue colors, a break in these men's life. A flower, a medal: the wages of fear. Do they really breathe better outside ?—Gaël Mocaër Films