"Miss, welcome to hell. Here, I am the only law."
In Belarus in 1944, roads were blocked by heavy snow. When Irene, a female French literature teacher, was pressed against the back of her head by a cold Tokarev pistol, she knew that she had offended the person she should not offend the most - Major Ivan of the Soviet Army's Special Branch, the feared "Butcher of Siberia."
He is vulgar, violent, and regards human life as nothing; she is arrogant, stubborn, and full of Pushkin and romanticism.
In the stuffy tank car filled with musty smell and blood, the identities of hunter and prey are constantly reversed.
"Do you think those poems of yours can save your life?" He pinched her chin, his eyes as fierce as a wolf.
"At least my soul is nobler than yours." She gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.
However, when Irene discovered Ivan's secret hidden under the cold mask, and when Ivan saw the tattered poetry book she had guarded during the war, the high wall of prejudice began to collapse.
It was an encounter that went wrong that started at gunpoint. In the embers of winter, how do two people who hate each other approach each other step by step, and how do they ignite the only fire in despair?
"If the world will eventually be destroyed," he kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes in the snow, "then let us embrace each other in the ashes."
