Solovki, the end of the 1920s. The final act of the Silver Age drama. A broad canvas with Boschean grandeur—dozens of characters, vivid traces of the past, and glints of the stormy future—yet it all fits into one single autumn, which contains an entire life. Majestic nature—and a tangle of human destinies, where it is impossible to distinguish executioners from victims. A tragic story of one love—and the story of the whole country, with its pain, blood, hatred—reflected in the Solovetsky Island, like in a mirror. A powerful text about the degree of personal freedom and the degree of a person’s physical possibilities.