Prokhor spent the rest of the night sitting on the porch, with his back to the railing and not taking his eyes off the chicken coop. But nothing else was happening. The wind was noisy with foliage, the gate was swinging on loops, clouds were falling across the sky to the north... A simple person or an insidious villain, justice or anarchy? Is there justice? Complex fundamental questions are revealed in this work from a completely unexpected angle.