In quiet seaside Segadaisk—where everyone knows one another, and at night no one even bothers to lock their doors—a maniac appears. He kills young, beautiful girls. One after another. With each time, even more mercilessly, in the same frighteningly recognizable style. Panic and fear grip the city—there’s nowhere to hide, and there’s no time to leave.
A group of friends and acquaintances who’ve known each other since childhood meets without fail in the bar “Mayak” every Sunday at their table. But week after week, there are more empty seats. Because the victims are from their circle. Which means the killer is somewhere nearby too. He sits next door, drinks tea, smiles, says the right words, and offers condolences. Who is he? A loud joker? A quiet, inconspicuous type? The one nobody has ever paid attention to?
And against the backdrop of this nightmare—against all odds—love flares up. Petya is a young man with Down syndrome who collects shells on the beach. Kira is an adult photographer, trying to escape her own past. Their story—subtle, tender, and piercing—unfolds in a city where any evening could turn out to be the last.