Not far from the village is the old fortress of Kara-Tair, the abode of silence, secrets and.. lots of snakes. No one disturbs her peace except zmeyelov Mirzaev. But it is in the fortress that the thread of the crime stretches.
The forty-year-old commentator, summing up his life and realizing that his well-being is purely external and essentially nothing significant has been done, leaves for his native village, where, he hopes, he will be able to take a step towards his true vocation.
