Japan of the 15th century and Kharkov of the 20th century. Legendary theater actors. But also our contemporaries, the art of ancient actors and modern karate schools, the crooked streets of Kyoto and the neon colors of the avenues, a meeting with a faceless creature in a cemetery at night and an advertisement with an amazing slogan: “Your task is to survive!” It would seem: what is common? What?! - except for a person, an ordinary person outside of time and space, left alone with himself to win or die. When the young actor Motoyoshi, the son of the great “Buddha of Actors,” killed a noperapon thief with a wooden sword, and Vladimir Monakhov, an osteochondrotic intellectual, killed an American fighter at a commercial tournament, when one man became a mirror and the other a weapon; when Death walked along the road to the Temple of Clear Waters, and a young graduate student sent six rapists to intensive care, one after another... Times converge, close edges, and there is no longer any difference - who lived yesterday, who lives today, if there is a worm in each of us who wants to receive everything for free and at once. But when we receive, we cease to be human.