A hyper-realistic, cinematic 16:9 video. The camera remains fixed in a wide-angle position.
The room resembles a meticulously restored Soviet-era apartment from the 1970s, with polished parquet floors, a tall window on the left, and hazy golden sunlight filtering through thin cotton curtains. The palette includes muted browns, olive greens, faded reds, and metallic accents.

In the center, a sealed cardboard box with a faded “Госстандарт СССР” logo faces the camera. The room is empty except for the box, radiating a sense of forgotten power and sterile order.

One by one, retro-futuristic Soviet appliances float out of the box and lock into place with mechanical precision and magnetic clicks — as if an unseen AI from a parallel techno-utopia is reassembling the past:

– A ZIL-60 refrigerator with ribbed chrome details thuds into position, humming quietly.
– A Rubin 714 TV mounts on the wall and flickers to life, showing glitchy constructivist graphics.
– A Vyatka washing machine rolls into a tiled niche and connects itself with a hiss.
– A “Смена” garment reconditioner slides into a corner, its analog dials lighting up.
– A robotic vacuum resembling a lunar rover prototype activates and begins to navigate the parquet.
– A vintage USSR radio hub (repurposed as a smart speaker) levitates onto a wooden shelf and glows amber.
– A purifier styled like an industrial fan from a Chelyabinsk lab hovers by the window.
– A thermostat resembling a military control module materializes near the door with a subtle mechanical click.

Then, nostalgic decor materializes:
– Heavy “бабушкин” curtains sway softly.
– A rug with red Soviet motifs unfurls across the floor.
– Framed portraits of cosmonauts and a Lenin bust lock into place.
– A pair of spider plants drift into ceramic pots on the windowsill.

The golden sunlight continues to cast dreamy, surreal shadows. The lighting stays static, slightly overexposed, as if in an alternate reality where Soviet aesthetics meet utopian AI. The style is hyper-realistic, with cinematic softness, faded textures, and a haunting retro-futuristic calm. No text. Only the hum of machines dreaming in Cyrillic.