People do not choose fate, but follow the path along which it leads them. These roads go both to the past and to the future, and in one case they are driven by a sense of duty and memory, in the other by love of life and natural character. When these roads intersect, an understanding arises that there are no nations and peoples, just as there are no borders, and there is no time, but there is land, and an endless road along which one must travel at any cost to the end. This story is about two middle-aged but strong people, a Japanese and a Russian, so unlike each other, and like no one else around them, but who left a piece of their soul in each other.