When sin is unclear, there is no more guilt.

A responsible Party worker, a former comrade, and since the time of perestroika, Mr. Torchalov fell down with a heart attack. It was not worth it to be so nervous.

He remembers well the faces of doctors in the clinic. And then - a failure.

He was in a strange place. Quiet, light, clean. Some people peacefully wait their turn. Those who are close to Torchalov, do not add optimism.

People in white ask him to remember his main sin. Then they decide what to do with it.

We have to remember.

Great life, so many things happened. It seems that no one killed.

Treason? Betrayal? Lies? Meanness?

You have to ponder, with a head, to dive into your past.

Sometimes someone in a white coat asks if he has realized his mistakes.

He's wasting time. There's nowhere to hurry. I want to redeem my mistakes.

Who is allowed to rest from earthly life? How can this be earned?

Only yourself should not lie, it will not help.