… There is no chaos in Rostov; Prigozhin and his “musicians” have moved on – I sense isolated feelings of malicious joy among the population (“finally someone is telling the leadership in Moscow what’s what”) and that’s it. The markets are overflowing with agricultural products; this is probably the most fertile region in Russia. Fruit as far as the eye can see, a lavish selection of cheese, hustle and bustle in the market halls. In the harbour, on our quay, we meet Maya, a sprightly 82-year-old woman who has just returned from a trip with friends (Larissa, Oleg, Vadim and Captain Dima): many years ago, Maya’s husband designed his own sailing boat and started building it until he died unexpectedly. That meant the end of the project… until Maya remembered it and decided to have it finished!
Dima has now invited Maya and her friends on a kind of maiden voyage. It was a success, and Maya is more than happy. Everyone is beaming. It’s a special day in Maya’s life, and a touching story to boot.