There is always a place for the supernatural in life - even if you don’t believe in it one bit. It will come to you as a randomly picked thing, a fragment of the past, or a stray dog that has an incomprehensible power over you. It will rush you along unknown roads, beckoning you with visions as if woven from your secret dreams. It will bestow love, unexpected and incredible... What force brought together two such dissimilar people - the furrier, yachtsman and dreamer Pavlov and the intellectual Marusya, who doomed herself to imprisonment in the wilderness of the village? What force brought them onto a common path leading to a fatal repetition of the events described almost a century ago in the school opus of the future evil genius of Russian literature? And is there anything that can thwart the sinister plans of fate?