Aglaya, tender and young, having once experienced betrayal, runs away from the attention of men. Rasul, tempered by experience and the wisdom of the years, was conquered by her from the first meeting. Will his love save them? "Looks intently, worried. Her chest fluttered. Yes, you are my tender dove, don’t behave like that, I’m not a tin soldier. I’m alive. The healthy man couldn’t restrain himself, threw back the crumpled sheet, stood up and moved towards her. The instinct of possessing the female drove him like a whip. She pressed herself against the cold tiles in fear, dropped her hands, spread her palms over her head, resting herself. I look at the wall and want to drown in its deep lakes and not find the way back to the surface."