What appears to be a nightclub inside a bus station waiting room turns out to be on closer inspection a nightclub frequented by people who, when they’re not here of course, hang out in bus station waiting rooms. Over the top disco lighting and music usually heard pouring out of teenagers’ cars furnish a dance floor laden with young lads high on cheap vodka and lost in the touching fantasy that their hopeless jiggling is about to win them a staring role inside their cousin Gosia’s underwear.