The war has long since ended, but the wounds it left behind don’t heal. Sitting by the window, Ksenia picks at a strand of jade beads and thinks about the man who has always been the only one in the world for her. About the one they considered a traitor and a servant of the “fritz” — not knowing what complicated and dangerous mission he was carrying out…
The war ended as if in a kaleidoscope—years flashed by—but Ksenia still keeps that cherished strand and believes in a miracle.