Drosophila over Kant's volume

Pavlik is a philosophy professor. He calls himself a fruit fly, a fly without a voice and without truth. The man contemplates Holosiivsky Park from his balcony, drinks wine from a mug, writes obituaries for his colleagues and gives lectures.

Books interest Pavlik more than women, freedom excites him more than loneliness.

Lost in a whirlpool of annoying colleagues, former lovers and endless drinking, Pavlik writes letters about love. He receives answers, but at one point he stops.

The fruit fly circles over a volume of Kant, like a lonely Pavlik — around the image of a mysterious woman.