This is the story of two women. One of them owes everything. The other seems free, knows what she wants, but is subject to ancient forces and hides a tail under her clothes. The two women live in a closed city near Murmansk, waiting for morning in the endless polar night. They meet only under the influence of alcohol, and in this their salvation - albeit short-lived.
It is also the story of a boy who is trying to find himself - finds, deceives, loses. And finally, it is a story of love: one, two, and three, and none of them save anyone.
The ocean in this book is a metaphor for time. It erases expectations and memory and, like a wave, brings them back again, having shaped them as it pleases.
“The ocean had gone. It was empty around. The polished sand evenly covered the ground.”