What happens if you marry Siberian indie rock to St. Petersburg ethnoelectronics? And if then this couple is sent for a honey year in the tropics at the equator? Frankly high-quality fruitfulness. She sings about her feelings, hope and inner light. He writes music by sequencing impressions into sound waves. She smears her life on canvases, sparing no pains. And he always erases calluses on his fingers on the strings, playing all about the same. Somewhere inside, there is always a prickly fear of a global natural disaster, but I don't even want to talk about it, let alone sing and play. Therefore - roads, fogs, sunrises, surf, waterfalls, underground rivers, volcanoes, colorful fruits, balloons, cave cities, corals, turtles. A bit naive and irresponsible, of course) And not relevant. But from the heart. The music is based on soft vocals, guitar picks, live electronics, interspersed with ethnicity. And a pleasant touch behind the ears. Purrrr.