“It’s hard to be the eldest son—brothers appear that you didn’t want, they ruin your life, and even when you grow up, you still don’t get any peace from them!” That’s roughly what Nikolay Mironov was thinking, outraged by his father’s actions—actions that were becoming stranger and stranger: for some reason, they gave him an old country house that belonged to some other ancestors. And on top of that, business troubles.
So Nikolay had to go—almost against his will—to the place where no one would find him, right into that same village! And everything there is outrageous—some terrible roads with puddles where you could drown even the Titanic, talkative and clingy neighbors, a local market clearly swept up in mass madness, distant relatives he hasn’t needed for a hundred years! And among all of this—he himself. What is he supposed to do here?
Maybe find something important? Something he somehow didn’t find earlier—himself, his true road, where the old house gains a completely different meaning, the rescued dog becomes his own, and the hated middle brother turns out to be his own after all.