"China is the future," the tired-looking government bureaucrat says to the female advertising executive over cigarettes and vodka in a run-down Moscow bar. "You think so?" she replies, intrigued. "I'm sure of it," he says, proceeding to lay down statistics about the inexhaustible Chinese labor pool. This is the most interesting pretext he can come up with for talking the woman into bed, and it runs out of steam quickly. A second man, sitting to right of the woman, smokes his cigarette and waits patiently for his turn to try. When the woman (Marina Vovchenko) finally turns her attention to him, he begins to spin a horror story. He is a military scientist who knows of the existence of a grisly Soviet-era program for cloning human beings. His story is rich with detail; as he talks, his eyes dart back and forth behind the cigarette smoke, as if he's reading off the pages of his memory. She is captivated. But is he telling the truth? Is anyone? By this point inFour, director Ilya Khrzhanovsky has already put the whole world on a slant, so nothing is certain.

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