Three years ago, the USSR fell apart. A new, strange time brought together two young men in one place—namely, on a floating oil platform. Not long ago, Georgian Badri and Russian Yura still had passports with the same red cover. Now they are citizens of two different states. They’re shift workers—hired hands—in a foreign country.
Far away from home, in the cold Norwegian Sea, Badri hears for the first time this warm, kind-sounding name—Cherries. That’s what the district of a provincial Russian town was called where Yura spent his childhood. And Yura’s stories from “that very time”—carefree and terribly curious—somehow really get to Badri and help him pass equally boring days in a foreign berth for fourteen whole months.
In gratitude for these bright stories, the young Georgian makes a promise to write a book (luckily, he dreams of becoming a writer) and dedicate it to his Russian friend, to his Cherries… Badri kept his word. But only after eighteen long years.