This is a love story. Not about sex in the big city, but about love in a holiday village. She: an intellectual, a writer, a businesswoman meets a man who is completely different from her. He is a military man, a colonel, a lover of the Gaza Strip, a little rude, but frank in his rudeness. They begin a romance - stormy, filled with conflicting emotions. Not in the Alps or in the French Riviera, but at a dacha near Moscow, familiar from childhood, in full view of everyone. Both He and She have long lost faith in romantic relationships between a man and a woman. And then suddenly – out of seemingly nothing – love arises. How to survive it? Do they even need it? After all, She is absorbed in writing her book, and He has a mother, a daughter, other women... How to survive this and get out of the vicious circle? Contains obscene language.