I was 22. I worked in the news. The task to shoot Boris Nemtsov was perceived as a challenge: the old narcissistic bourgeois, well, what is interesting about him? He was 53. He was already a graduate student in physics, and vice-premier, and "Boris Yeltsin's heir". And he turned out to be cool, kind and sincere. And we became friends. And then they killed him. This film is about how a big historical context is narrowed down to a small personal story. How acquaintance develops into friendship. Filming news reports for several years in a row, the camera snatched out a little more than it was supposed to, examined it more closely than usual, turning it into a movie. This is a portrait film. Accidental, passing, tragicomic. A look at a living person who plays the role of a big politician all his life. However, he enjoyed this role. Joke after joke, and now you are Nemtsov's bosom friend. I thought Nemtsov was eternal, I thought I could always shoot him. But life decided otherwise. Leaving me with only 70 minutes of a film about a man who is no more. The work was awarded at the International Film Festival of Documentary, Short Feature and Animated Films "Message to Man" - 2016: "Centaur" Prize for the best full-length non-fiction film of the national competition.