Two Russian soldiers, the seasoned and laconic Rubakhin and the cheerful and frivolous rifleman Vovka, walk over the mountains and through the gorges of Chechnya searching for a guide to lead their convoy out of an ambush. Only a local who knows the trails can do it, but the locals are enemies, so they’ll have to take one captive. In the listless trading of arms, food and unkind jokes, a humane relationship appears, a relationship beyond the control of army regulations or politics but under the control of beauty. The kind of relationship that has no place here. The air is already charged with tremendous tension and the militants are moving closer and closer.