A person can adapt to anything. Even to life in a city destroyed by bombardment, hidden from the new authorities—not only bandits and terrorists, but also people who simply have nowhere else to go.
To an existence on the edge of hunger, in constant readiness to resist or run.
To the need to survive every day, every hour.
But even in such conditions, a person remains a person. And if you’re twenty years old, how can you pass by and not help a girl who’s fallen into trouble? Especially since the matter might not even be about her, but about the desire to feel alive again…