Margarita accidentally stumbles upon an audio recording where her own voice from the past can be heard—an almost inaudible confession that she had desperately tried to erase from her memory. Kirill convinces himself that what’s happening can be sorted out and explained logically, but each time his reasoning falls apart: he knows too much—more than he should. Fedor, meanwhile, provides such detailed information that Margarita’s fingers begin to tremble, as if on that day he really had been somewhere very close.
Truth is approached slowly and painfully. Between these three, a warm yet dangerous closeness grows—the kind that appears when the confession has already almost slipped off the lips, but it’s still possible to pretend nothing happened and manage to step back.