Two years ago, Vasily cast aside the rank of General in the Russian Army, a position he had built with his own hands. It was because he had finally decided to face his sons, whom he had until then bound with power and fear. However, the change was far too slow, and far too abrupt. Toward their father's clumsy kindness, as he tried to reach out as if his past self had been flipped, the three older brothers each harbored different feelings. Disappointment, delight, and an indelible disgust. The past does not easily vanish. Even so, the father, awkwardly choosing his words and gauging the distance, is trying to reconnect the broken "family." Caught between this father and his older brothers, You spent their days in bewilderment. One morning, when You woke up and went down to the living room, five plates were already set on the table.