To the Acidic Dachas

Mark could not imagine that by renting a Soviet dacha, he would awaken a sleeping monster. Every Friday, the Dacha itself throws raves: guests in faded tracksuits dance to music that doesn't exist. Who among them stays and who leaves is decided by the Dacha. Will Mark be able to unravel its dark secrets? In an old house with no exit, fears come to life, the boundaries of reality blur, and time ceases to exist. The house itself turns out to be alive: it chooses both guests and hosts. Every Friday, the Dacha...