600 km north of Arkhangelsk on the shore of the White Sea is the fishing village of Shoyna. In winter there is an endless night and an icy desert, in summer there is an incessant sun and salty winds that cover the houses with sand up to the roofs. The film is a metaphorical reflection – about Russia, about the eternal trials that have fallen to its lot, about the coveted freedom and about the paradoxical attraction to unfreedom that exists in every Russian person…
