1844 An unprecedentedly dark and quiet, warm June night, descended on the French city of Saint-Etienne. The full moon illuminated lonely and deserted streets with its silvery light. Two shadows slid in one of the alleys. The moon shone right into him. One of the fugitives stopped, feeling someone's gaze, and turned to the moon. The light fell on his face, covered with a hood that turned into a raincoat, and illuminated only half of his face. The eye, which instantly absorbed the pale moonlight, sparkled, the closed corner of the lips parted and white teeth appeared, hair hung on a smooth forehead, touching the eyebrow. One could guess - this is a girl. She stood and looked at the moon, as if looking into someone's eyes, with incomprehensible fear and apprehension...