Inside a shabby, colorless Soviet apartment, a skinny, pale 18- year- old guy sits. He watches a large, old TV that shows a bright gay parade in New York. The TV screen acts as a portal to America. The guy desperately tries to climb inside the screen as if it’s a window. He’s already partially inside the TV, his posture expressing a deep desire to escape his dull reality and enter the vibrant world on the other side