
In the old days it was called hypochrondria, or black melancholia. Now, apparently, it's termed the Asthenic Syndrome. Whatever it is, Nikolai, a teacher of epicly indifferent pupils, has got it, and it's not much fun.
A suffocating portrait of existential dread and profound apathy. It feels like watching a slow descent into a void, where every moment is heavy with unspoken despair and the crushing weight of mundane existence.
















