Larissa still loves dolls. Not some plump, rosy-cheeked dolls made of plastic, but real porcelain ladies of ancient workmanship, in lace dresses and pantaloons. Sometimes she dreams of a boy with a serious face and long, dark curls like a girl’s. He clutches to his chest an amazingly beautiful doll in a straw hat with feathers and flowers. And Larisa wakes up from her own cry: “Give it back!” Doll-like, fragile, well-groomed, very beautiful, Larisa did not like long-term relationships and binding relationships. But finally someone was found who could break her icy calm and touch her locked heart... But does the doll have a heart?..