
A boy is murdered in Kazakh village. Detective Bekzat wants to wrap up the inquiries quickly: after all, the perpetrator has already been found by local police officers. But when a journalist arrives from the city, everything falls to pieces. For the first time in his career, Bekzat must conduct a real investigation according to procedure.
A suffocatingly grim procedural. It feels like a slow, inevitable descent into the muck of a forgotten place, where truth is a fragile commodity and justice is a distant dream. The air is thick with unspoken secrets and weary resignation.








