It happens that people living under the same roof and united by common concerns do not feel intimacy and do not save each other from loneliness. So the brothers Morpheus and Vilkas seem to be made of different materials. The elder Morpheus is heavy, viscous, like a lump of clay, which he kneads. And the younger Vilkas has the wind in his head, he wants to escape from all worries. All the more strange and unexpected should be the case that will bring them closer together.