A surreal scene unfolds: a majestic lake, Lake Onega's tranquil surface reflecting the sky's cerulean hue. In the distance, Petrozavodsk's cityscape rises, a patchwork of Soviet-era architecture and modern structures. A lone figure, dressed in 1960s-inspired attire, stands at the water's edge, hands clasped behind their back, lost in thought. The air is heavy with mist, as if the lake itself holds secrets.
