You have her face

For five years, he has lived alone in a Moscow mansion with a secret no one dares to speak of. His wife died in a car accident - but he never let her go.

To the world, he is cold, private, and consumed by work. Behind closed doors, he is grieving, obsessive, and dangerous.

His grief built a shrine, His love built a prison. And his promise has no end date.

When a Filipino traveler comes to Russia for a vacation he desperately needed, he never expects to be pulled into the household. He never expects to wear a dead woman's face.

In a house where time stopped five years ago, one man's arrival might be the crack in the winter he has been waiting for.
Or it might be the thing that breaks him completely.

He whispered in the dark...

"Prosti, chto ya ne otpuskayu tebya."
(Forgive me... if I'm not letting you go.)