We haunted Russia from 2008 to 2022, sneaking straight into the inner kid curled up somewhere inside the leathery, slow-beating shell of the average grown-up dinosaur.
Our agenda was simple: ignite rogue synapses into existence using tech-toys, off-script behavior, and a cheerful disrespect for whatever passes as “normal”.
Our handmade equipment? Half-magic, half-nonsense elasticity rigs for rebooting your sense of youth.
We were brave, naive, and stubborn enough to believe kids should run the universe.
Armed with nothing but our toy-like, phantasmagoric, borderline-delirious art-contraptions, we managed to “upgrade” exactly 0.000014% of Earth’s population.
Our impact is so gloriously tiny and cosmically irrelevant that, yeah, everyone forgot about it already.
This website is our glitch-sheet history:
a pocket-sized chronicle, a dusty memory box, a pile of stories fermenting peacefully in the attic gloom.
If you prefer to watch videos, here is a video version of our story,