Two Russian soldiers walk over the mountains and through the gorges of Chechnya: the seasoned and laconic Rubakhin and the cheerful and frivolous rifleman, Vovka. They are walking through the hot day 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. And then - a chase, a throw, a punch, and a capture. An enemy’s taken captive and it doesn’t matter that he’s still a boy… The soldiers walk through the summer heat. Next to them a war is going on. And here - two commanders, a Russian and a Chechen. The war has long been over between them, but it is still inside of them and around them. It is in the listless trading of arms and food, in the unkind jokes… But suddenly in this unbridled rush, 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. Because the air is already charged with tremendous tension and the militants are moving closer and closer.