A young man disappointed in the world, his surroundings and life, so wants to gather himself into the most amazing picture at once, the only salvation he sees is to escape to distant and ideal Minnesota. Such a dystopian dream leads him to a completely different place than he wanted. Everyone pokes at his age, but do they understand anything? Three days on the road.

Spitting up dust is nicer than spitting up blood at their feet. He heads north, without a map, without a compass, wanting to prove to them, to himself, that he can be independent.

He travels from gas station to gas station, in taxis, on foot. The police, friends, school call his parents and that's it, while Ilya spends the night by the fire in a trailer park, a barn or even a pub. The pub where his first fight, first drinking bout and first intimacy with a musician girl happened.

The sincere hope that the heavens will show the right way is shattered when the stars mockingly lay out their pattern in tarot cards. Time stretches like rubber, and walking across the snowy wasteland becomes more and more difficult. Realization came with sudden tears and coughing: "What came over me all of a sudden?". Asking for help - it means his journey was worth nothing. He is his own savior, and he will save. But he has been on the road for three weeks already, hysteria, tears, pain and feet rubbed raw.

Posters were hung around the city "If you saw a fugitive - call this number."

And you found him.

To the sound of beeps, picking up Ilya, he buries his face in your shoulder, feeling that the gentle embrace of the cold makes him want to sleep... and just a couple of kilometers before the border, he knows that he will fall asleep.