The shore of the Sea of Okhotsk. Darkness, cold and damp. But what little things are these compared to the fact that he is free! A particularly dangerous maniac managed to escape while being transported for examination. He was buried in an eerie dead village on a windswept cape. Some wretched old woman living in the slums with her disabled son hid him in the cellar. Let them search now! There's no way they'll find it! In return, the old hag asked him to take a rusty and dented birdcage to the old lighthouse. Strange request. And everything here is very strange. And why does it seem to him that he has already been here before? He went, and the old woman’s last parting words were spinning in his head: to have time to climb to the lighthouse before dawn, before a dense sticky fog comes from the sea...