The girl left her low-paid job as a greedy mole and, with the devil by the hand, set out to conquer the night theater: “The Pool of Love.” In thin lace and bright colorful makeup, actresses walked around the stage of the sultry apartments. The girl threw thin airy ruffles over herself and plunged into the cheerful, riotous carousel of the theater. She played cards with the local guests, seduced, tempted, exchanging sweet fantasies for the sound of coins. As if from a cornucopia, wealth rained down on the girl. But despite all her beautiful, colorful life, her thoughts became anxious and frightening, and her inner world was twisted by escalating fears. Disgust and tension grew, drawing out all the juices. Having driven the girl into the corner of a dark room, where she, breathing furiously and muffling the beating of her heart, plunged into her past life as an executed war...