Fate threw ordinary Russian guys into the thick of the Chechen war: survive as best you can. And they drank this bitter cup to the very bottom. And on the bottom there is blood and dirt; drink, don't choke. And the soldiers also realized that there was no point in this war. Neither for themselves, nor for their enemies. Both of them were terribly tired of the absurdity of what was happening. After all, just recently we were friends, we went to visit each other, but now they are trying to cut each other’s throats. And it seems to the fighters that this cruel absurdity will never end...