Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all art. And to create black squares from ashes. Black square didn't appear here by accident. Where are its roots? Isn't the square in its core a circle, return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Spies want to keep silence. Informaticians prefer total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity? Entire journey of the radically free documentary musical is driven by songs. Movie sings about me, about you, about itself. It searches the place on Earth, tries to have terrestrial touch. Movie resurrects Malevich's foot.