At the first glance, the storyline of ‘Summer Wasps Bite Us Even in November’ reminds us of a detective: a man, his wife, and their family friend are trying to find out where their friend Marcus was on Monday’s evening. Each of them claims that he’s been with them. They even have clear evidence and witnesses. They try to convince others that the truth is on their side. All of them sound very believable but Marcus could not have been at a few places at the same time. So, where was he really at? The innocent discussion is slowly turning into a strange game, provoking open confessions, and exposing wounds. The storyline is shifting towards absurdity. It goes over the limits of a love triangle or family drama and finally becomes irrelevant. Here, something else matters more – the world in which each of us attempts to force our views on others. As in many other plays of the Russian playwright Ivan Vyrypaev, here the action takes place in one room with the door to outer space. In this space, eternal questions and current relevant issues are floating – but on which side lies the truth? Or maybe it can be on more than one side? Can we accept other people without trying to re-educate and change them? Without forcing them to perceive the world as we do? How can we communicate in today’s divided world? How can we live when it is impossible to do so?