In order to live, one must tear, get confused, fight, make mistakes, start and quit again, and start again, and lose again. Some of the memories I want to get rid of as soon as possible. Forget like a bad dream. But each of us has such wounds that can bleed for a long time, wake up at night. And here it is worth being patient and waiting for the time to pick up your medicine. What price do we have to pay for love? And what to do with the past, which does not want to let us go and pulls us to the bottom? Who is friend and who is foe? We again became hostages of circumstances and other people's dirty games. And is it possible to survive in a deadly hurricane?