Jegor Klimov

After ten years of war, plague and famine, the land is swept clean of people. The few remaining souls are scattered about, living in misery and lacking hope. An anxious silence hangs over the land. On one particularly starry night, two peasants find a stranger on the seashore.

Not everybody is endowed with a vivid imagination. One person can imagine paradise, yet the other one can only imagine himself as being the boss.