I'm so sick of this herd-like rapture surrounding every pretentious indie dud that puts on a mask of profound art to fleece gullible gamers for three hours of melancholy. They rolled out Unreal Engine 5, giant cans of food, snowy alternative steampunk, and Yefim Shifrin voicing the demon—and that's it, armchair aesthetes are already thrashing in ecstasy over the great Russian chthonicity, not noticing that they simply forgot to include any gameplay in this piece of junk. Half of this interactive misunderstanding is just you holding down the W button, lugging buckets of water at the speed of a paralyzed snail, and the other half is... You're suffocated by primitive box puzzles or spit at the most clunky pixelated minigames, which completely ruin the entire gloomy tone and were added solely to protect the project from a refund. But the apotheosis of this stuffiness is the local script, written with the aplomb of a 13-year-old schoolboy who yesterday discovered the public page "Atheist" and now passes off the most banal bickering about religion as a great revelation. The characters are cardboard freaks without any sensible motivation, the world is a feverish delirium, and the vaunted philosophy crumbles against the straightforward presentation, forcing you to listen to forced dialogue until the story breaks off mid-sentence in an absolutely empty and meaningless ending.