1973. USSR. I returned home after two years of service in the Soviet army... again. As if he had not lived after this event for fifty years. The Soviet Union at the height of its power. My parents and younger brother are alive. And the cemetery near the village is not yet as large as I remember it. Summer, heat, women, preparation for entrance exams to the institute. Except I know that the clouds in the sky of my life are already gathering. Trouble will soon fall on me and on my loved ones one after another...... If they are not afraid of meeting the Black demobilization.