Old people know what they are talking about. They know what to do when it gets dry; when the sun destroys the stubble and presses a person to the ground. In such a tricky matter, a drunkard will always help - a deceased person who gave his soul to God through violence, but never found peace on consecrated ground. The pagan rite itself is quite simple: the drunkard should be consigned to the quagmire. Only such an invitation will the rain accept. The old men know what they are talking about. Two friends go to Korostny Crossroads to find the drunkard there and drag him to the bog of the Cattle Swamp. But will it rain when the dead man begins to judge secret grievances? The old people will have something to remember.