Anton Kuznetsov: "This story grew out of old photographic chronicles, war memoires, ghosts of the past. The premise is that there’s a strange neighbor resembling someone. Upon a closer look, you realize the neighbor looks like Adolf. In informal photographs, he does not look like a dictator or an evil monster but like an ordinary retiree. It’s hard to believe that so much blood is on his hands. This is the starting point for the story: what if Adolf escaped not to Argentina but to the Soviet Union and lives out a life of an ordinary pensioner in in a khrushchevka. I act as a nosy neighbor who collects evidence to support of my suspicions, and commit them to paintings. This investigation is ridden with speculation, and the exhibition is a collection of these assumptions and hypotheses."