1991, the Soviet Union disappears. With the country's collapse as a backdrop, DJs turn to electronic music and LSD and dispatch yesterday's Komsomols to a new mental cosmos. The capital beats to the rhythm of 180 beats. It was my city, it was my youth, it is the experience of my 20 years. My friend Vania Salmaksov, rave party organizer and figure of this movement passed away in 1998. In his footsteps, I am reconstructing this dizzying time from fragments of experiences, testimonies, archives and memories. Where is Vania Salmaksov? Where have these intense emotions, this extreme excitement, our funny romanticism gone? Where has this time gone, that of our youth?