When she looked at him, he was ready for any crazy actions. When he was around, she finally dropped the mask and allowed herself to be weak. But fate, as if on purpose, separated them further and further from each other. He was thrown into the cauldron of a brutal war, she was thrown into the thick of difficult events and gang warfare. Their separations are endless, and their meetings are rare, like life-giving rain in a drought. But the main thing for each of them is to know that the other exists on this earth, that he is still alive. “Please, just live! Distant, wounded, with a crippled soul, no matter what happens, just live!”