A young journalist Artyom, having quarreled with his superiors, leaves on the advice of his father to the small village of Treshkino. The father said: “Come on, go to the village. Rest, look around. It’s quiet there.” And, it’s true, the places were fertile. It was the wilderness, and in it there was everything that can be expected from the wilderness - fishing, hunting, berries, mushrooms. And there was always an amazing silence here, especially in the evenings. Until, one evening, this silence was broken by a shot.