Under the watchful eye of Lenin's portrait, the couple loses itself in the throes of passion, their bodies moving in sync with the stirring Soviet symphony. The woman, her eyes closed, imagines the cold, hard steel of the Soviet era now melted and pulsating within her. The man, his breath ragged, envisions his comrade's flag unfurling as he surrenders to his climax, their bodies entwined like the red and gold of the Soviet banner.