Polina spends a lot of time in her workshop, because for her the workshop is not only a place where she earns money—it’s something far more important: a place where thoughts become real through clay and canvases. Polina is a creative person. She doesn’t like noisy companies and does everything to avoid parties her friend keeps trying to drag her into—preferring silence and solitude. Even if her life is far from what could be called ideal, filled with difficult ups and disappointing falls, with the noisy “cockroaches” marching around in her head—which, if one may put it that way, she knows by sight—she, in general, is satisfied with it.
But whether Polina wants it or not, something not good bursts into her life, tearing apart the usual rhythm and forcing her to react to any suspicious sound, to play by someone else’s terrible rules, and to wake up in fear. Now there are no plans for the future—only one single goal: to understand what’s happening, and then… then we’ll see.