The documentary recalls the terrible tragedy that occurred at Dubrovka in 2002. Director Ivan Kachalin divides the screen into two parts, taking one half of the present, and the second – cutting the chronicles from the scene. The viewer in contrast observes one place in different periods. Now there is a man slowly folding a poster with photos of the dead, collecting flowers and candles that people brought in memory of the affected relatives and loved ones. Years earlier, it was a fresh wound on the body of the whole society, keeping in fear and anxiety even those who were miles away and did not move away from the TV, watching reports, recordings and new news reports. Everything seemed like a nightmare in reality, a terrible obsession that simply cannot happen because of its cruelty and unscrupulousness. I remember when we, adults and children, looked at the TV screen in terror and hope. The horror consisted of fear for ordinary citizens who were in trouble, and the hope was the belief that they would be saved. Help's here. The enemy was destroyed. The nightmare is over. Remember the dead and the injured.
The film seeks to recall those days of grief, so as not to forget the tragedy, which, echoing the voiceovers of the President with his sad but strong speech, surprisingly united society. I always remembered this feeling that overtook me as a teenager, that everyone was in a hurry somewhere, was busy with insignificant, idle, personal, and in the days of the terrible ordeal and after a while others became united, kinder and closer to each other, realizing the value of true happiness to live in peace. No less noticeable was the respect for the soldiers of the invisible front – employees of special units who participated in the rescue of people, because they daily protect citizens from disaster, and if it comes, thundering like thunder from a clear sky, they go into battle for our lives, risking their own. According to the accompanying inserts of the author of the documentary, a considerable part of the population does not know about the tragedy that occurred, and news blocks during the days of mourning allot her time in the area of short twenty-seven seconds. This is a huge omission – in difficult moments, we all become more responsive, more human, able to overcome many things and support our neighbor with at least a kind word. However, the young director knows and remembers, reminding all of us with his important work about the common grief. The author, showing contrasting shots of the present and the past, silently observes a working person collecting items of memory until the next year. It is as if he admires this present, where there are no more shots, deaths, enemies and anxieties, but everyday sounds of a peaceful street, rattling of city vehicles are heard, the dome of the temple is reflected in a large window, the voices of parents with jumping children are heard ... It is as if we too should break away from the hustle and bustle, carefully remembering the common misfortune that has fallen to the lot of ordinary citizens – grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, lovers, friends and many others, along the way experiencing collective happiness from a peaceful day around, that we have it, that we have a future, that we can share it all together. But to do this, we need to remember what we should not forget.