Syria, 2016. Shaberov liked being a sapper, fighting death one-on-one. He liked to win - winners are not judged. The demining of Palmyra captured by militants was supposed to be the pinnacle of a career, a fine point. A girl was waiting there, half-Syrian, half-Russian, whom he had just saved and secretly dreamed of seeing again. But the closer the ancient city got, the more the conflict with the young captain of the group erupted, and the enemy acted more and more harshly and insidiously. Risk, principles, death and love are entwined in a tight knot, like the wires of a detonator in anticipation of an explosion: impossible to untie, dangerous to cut.
