Pomoću glupave sreće i decenija rada, Vaso konačno dolazi do nacrta letećeg tanjira iz Zone 51 na dark webu za dve flaše viskija. U ludoj poteri za materijalima, stiže u Moskvu gde gonjen grižom savesti, megalomanijom i deluzijama, sreće Dalibora – čoveka u istom mentalnom stanju (raspada). Dalibor ga upoznaje sa nekim sumnjivim ruskim čistačem koji im za sitne pare prodaje uranijum 235! Proslavljajući uspešan dil, njih dvojica ulaze u filozofsku raspravu: Da li je taj NLO u stvari ogroman zvučnik? Jer sigurno tako izgleda… Iako pregledaju planove, ne mogu da se slože pa rešavaju da stvar razreše muzičkim duelom – u potrazi za savršenom frekvencijom!
Naravno, to ne rešava ništa… Obojica kreću u Sibir u potrazi za titanijumom, nemogavši da odrede pobednika. Završavaju u Daliborovom rodnom Omsku, gde se Dalibor prepušta nostalgiji i otvara improvizovani studio u podrumu hitne pomoći. Noćima eksperimentišu, pokušavajući da otkriju zvuk na kome se leti no bez uspeha – ali sve bliže cilju!
U međuvremenu, na završnim godinama fakulteta Mikrofonije, Predrag i Bagins u očajničkoj potrazi za savršenom zvučnom prostorijom lunjaju po snežnim pećinama Sibira… I eventualno – pronalaze savršenu akustiku! Dok se sunčevi zraci probijaju kroz led, Peđa uključuje pojačalo, ali avaj!!! Na prvoj noti, savršeni zvuk izaziva kolaps pećine, zatrpavši ih unutra! No Bagins se opet pokazuje kao spasilac i izvlači ih na površinu, promrzle i iscrpljene. Lutajući ulicama, privučeni neobičnim zvucima, dolaze do hitne pomoći i otkrivaju da iz podruma dopire nešto što bi moglo promeniti svet…
Bilo bi jako teško objasniti shta se sve tada događalo, u podrumima hitne pomoći Omska, kada su se ove tri osobe spojile u muziciranju, no lokalni stanovnici se toga verovatno još uvek sećaju – naročito šef policije… Avaj, kako nisu imali bubnjara, Dalibor je za te probe (svirke? rituale??) programirao semplovane bubnjeve!
U to vreme, sa druge strane planete, Neša se budi vrišteći u hladnom znoju! „Sanjao sam da se rodio savršeni zvuk“ – govori on Ramoni – “ ali da su ga zle sile okovale u digitalni kavez!!!“ Ne gubeći ni trena, u svom mlaznjaku, Neša hita usnulim kontinentom uz put isprobavajući varijacije, editujući aranžmane muzike iz sna… Konachno, sleće u Omsk, samo da bi saznao – da su proterani, izbačeni, naši drugari pobegli za Temerin – tražeći utočište u jedinom slobodnom gradu u poznatim dimenzijama…
Stigavši u Temerin (taj Zajon današnjice) naši junaci nabasaju na grofa Sečenia koga je pape Pije VII rupom u prostor-vremenu poslao u budućnost u borbu protiv jeretika!
Tokom bitke u Peđinoj Šupi jednog po jednog buržujskom magijom ih zamrzava ali nadomak potpunog triumfa ne primećuje da se vrata otvaraju i da u Šupu ulazi majstor Šao-lina: Neša.
Naredne scene su previše nasilne da bi ih upisali, ali i pored haosa, Sinke, utrčavši u zadnjem momentu, grabi gitaru i rif po rif, zatvara prostorno-vremenski procep…
E, to je bio početak (mada, grofov kraj) saradnje koja rađa mitove!!!
A ostalo je istorija…
Ili bolje da kažem, sadašnjica.
Through sheer dumb luck and decades of effort, Vaso finally obtains the schematics of a flying saucer from Area 51, purchasing them on the dark web for two bottles of whiskey. In a frantic search for materials, he arrives in Moscow, where— driven by guilt, megalomania, and delusions — he encounters Dalibor, a man in a strikingly similar (disheveled) mental state. Dalibor introduces him to a shady Russian janitor who sells them uranium 235 for next to nothing! Celebrating their successful deal, the two engage in a philosophical debate: Is the UFO actually a giant speaker? Because it certainly looks like one! Even after reviewing the schematics, they can’t agree, so they decide to settle the matter with a musical duel —searching for the perfect frequency.
Naturally, this resolves nothing… They both head to Siberia in search of titanium, still unable to declare a winner. They end up in Dalibor’s hometown of Omsk, where nostalgia takes over, and Dalibor opens an improvised studio in the basement of the local emergency center. Night after night, they experiment, trying to uncover the sound you fly on — but success eludes them, though they inch closer to their goal!
Meanwhile, in their final years at the Faculty of Microphony, Predrag and Bagins are desperately searching for the perfect acoustic space. Wandering through the snowy caves of Siberia, they eventually stumble upon flawless acoustics! As sunlight streams through the ice, Predrag powers up his amplifier, but alas!!! On the very first note, the perfect sound causes the cave to collapse, burying them inside! Once again, Bagins proves himself the hero, pulling them to the surface—frostbitten and exhausted. Wandering the streets, drawn by strange noises, they stumble upon the emergency center and discover something emanating from the basement—something that could change the world…
It would be nearly impossible to describe everything that transpired in the basement of Omsk’s emergency center when these three individuals united in their music-making. The local residents likely still talk about it—especially the police chief. Alas, as they lacked a drummer, Dalibor ingeniously programmed sampled drums for their rehearsals (performances? rituals??).
Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, Neša wakes up screaming in a cold sweat! “I dreamt the perfect sound was born,” he tells Ramona, “but it was imprisoned by dark forces in a digital cage!!!” Wasting no time, Neša jumps into his jet and races across sleeping continents, testing variations and editing dream-inspired arrangements along the way. Finally, he lands in Omsk, only to learn that his comrades had been exiled, forced to flee to Temerin—the only free city in all known dimensions—seeking refuge.
Arriving in Temerin (the Zion of our times), our heroes stumble upon Count Széchenyi, whom Pope Pius VII had sent through a hole in space-time into the future to fight the heretics!
During the battle in Peđa’s Shed, one by one he freezes them with bourgeois magic. But just as he nears complete triumph, he fails to notice the door opening and the Shaolin master Neša entering the shed.
The following scenes are far too violent to record here. Yet in the midst of the chaos, Sinke, rushing in at the last moment, grabs the guitar and, riff by riff, closes the space-time rift…
That was the beginning (though the end for the Count) of a collaboration that gives birth to myths!!!
And the rest is history…
Or rather, the present.