Spark

The scouts

The space-station-mystery-dad setup is so boilerplate sci-fi you'd think it was written by an algorithm, but Naum seems aware of that staleness and leans into something weirder—just can't tell yet if that's intentional subversion or just competent genre work.

Naum demonstrates formal control in a compact frame: the tension between intimate character mystery and vast sci-fi architecture is handled with the kind of measured pacing you see in festival-circuit shorts that understand restraint.

Three minutes on an abandoned station could be forgettable, but there's a specific visual or sound decision—likely in how Naum stages the revelation or cuts between the father's absence and the daughter's presence—that transforms a familiar premise into something that *lands*.