The actor Alexander Dronov, whom everyone calls shura, is just over fifty.
apparently he has not achieved anything in life that would make him
happy. He did not make it as an actor and leaves the theatre even before
the curtain call; he did not make it as husband and father: his son is far
away and his wife co-habits the flat out of habit; he did not make it as
friend – the only person he is close to and with whom he shares his dressing
room actually despises shura. not young, not successful, not handsome…
and still, Dronov has his own business to mind. He is a Man at the
Window. He can put any words into the mouths of those he observes; he
can send them into the right direction, and change their destiny. He can
do a lot, but nothing for himself.