In January 2022, everyone fled from the gray zone of Donbass, in which Russian and Ukrainian forces alternately fight. The only ones left are Pashka and the beekeeper Serhiich, who live wandering among the ruins, scanning the horizon of war. They are not on either side, they only claim existence in their home. At least until the ware, in the figure of a thin young soldier, enters Serhiich’s house.

The two protagonists deny the dichotomy imposed by the war front, reformulating with each of their actions the boundaries of the geography that surrounds them. They are resilient, shaken as little as possible by the winds of war that instead shake the pinwheels of Serhiich’s house: if they find a corpse, Serhiich wants to bury it despite the risk of being murdered by a sniper; if a soldier questions him, Serhiich dismisses him by giving him some honey with courtesy. The clash becomes that between the individual and the war itself, and brings the conflict back to that of an existential drama, in which every human being is left on his own.