Sometimes the simple desire to drink water at night can lead to unpredictable events. So, one July night, the little boy Pashka was tossing and turning in bed from the summer stuffiness and a cough that was completely tormenting him. Deciding to quench his thirst, the boy decides to leave his bed fortress and go to the kitchen. Here, in the thick darkness of the apartment, his fantasy gives free rein, and his fears begin to break through the thin veil of reality. Will the baby cope with his fantasy? Or maybe this is not fantasy at all?