A strong character is an unquestionable advantage. A person should be the owner of their own life. No one doubts this. That’s why, at forty-two, Moscow artist Maya feels like a “woman of secondary importance.” Her fate deprived her of a strong character—she doesn’t know where the current of her life is carrying her. In this sense, she succeeded by inheriting from her grandmother, Serafima Igumenzeva. In her postwar youth, the grandmother couldn’t fight for either love or a place in the sun. But the grandmother knew: the best luck can peek out from behind the clouds when you least expect it. And should Maya hope for that?