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All Wrong Girl 

Ksyusha's graduation is coming soon, and it's terrible. She doesn't know what to do with her life. Songs for a self-made band are not written, parents cannot file for divorce in any way. And handsome Pogulyaev, whom Ksyusha is in love with, does not pay attention to her, because Ksyusha is fat — well, that's what everyone around thinks. After another round of ridicule, Ksyusha starts a blog. From now on, she is a Fat woman, the queen of kringe, who banters herself, and at the same time the whole world. Fame comes quickly: at first it's fun, then it's even funnier, and then it won't be funny anymore.
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Ksyusha's graduation is coming soon, and it's terrible. She doesn't know what to do with her life. Songs for a self-made band are not written, parents cannot file for divorce in any way. And handsome Pogulyaev, whom Ksyusha is in love with, does not pay attention to her, because Ksyusha is fat — well, that's what everyone around thinks. After another round of ridicule, Ksyusha starts a blog. From now on, she is a Fat woman, the queen of kringe, who banters herself, and at the same time the whole world. Fame comes quickly: at first it's fun, then it's even funnier, and then it won't be funny anymore.

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Genre:Drama, Comedy
Directed By:Sasha Karmaeva
Written By:Lika Pankratova
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Runtime:83 minutes
Studio:VGIK-Debut, Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation

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