This meditation on the subject that has never gone out of fashion is derived from the factual material and includes the last moments of Socrates, based on Plato's Crito and Pheado dialogues, a Buddhist Monk, based on the reported stories of the Chinese Zen monks, a Ballerina in a Nazi death camp, documented in the work of a German psychiatrist and, finally, the death of Joseph Stalin, based on the recollections by his personal guards. Despite the subject matter the script does not contain elements usually associated with death. It is not approached as something wrong or morbid. It sees death as a reflection of one's life.

Dmitry Berger is not really a writer. Come to think of it, he is not much of anything, despite a long array of various jobs and experience he has had.
After twenty-seven years in the USSR, he traded all the excitement of perestroika for the calm suburbs of Ottawa, Canada, where he continues to expand his raging interest in every bit of what is life: from quantum physics to kinky sex, from soccer tactic to American political circus, from the inner workings of our brains to slow roasting back ribs, in order to cram it all into his writings and music.