When you are 12 years old, your parents decide where to live, which school to go to, where to go on vacation. So this time dad sent my mother and me to the village. Yes, not in some fashionable, European. And in the real, Russian, deaf. Three houses, some old people. It doesn't even have the Internet! The adventure began with an abandoned well in our yard. And then... I found myself in some terrible movie: scum hunters, the ghost of a red dog, Drema, Antsybal and - which is absolutely no good - Bolotnitsa!