Amanikov has spent his life trapped between poverty and responsibility. When a mysterious appointment offers him a solitary night shift at a forgotten mountain toll booth, he believes he has finally found a way to save his dying sister.
There he finds Grigori.
An old gravekeeper who writes letters to his wife and daughter.
Letters addressed to the dead.
As silence settles over the Vlasov Mountains, the line between memory and madness begins to dissolve. Every passing night draws Amanikov deeper into a mystery that refuses to stay buried, forcing him to question not only what he sees, but whether the most dangerous lies are the ones we choose to believe.
A haunting psychological novel about grief, hope, guilt, and the fragile nature of truth.
Because sometimes surviving the truth is far harder than living with an illusion.