Ira and Manya are friends who share an apartment in Kyiv. Ira is an activist, an organizer of the children’s fund and a palliative patient. Manya is her best friend and also a volunteer – the girls work and live together.

Ira’s father, Oleksandr, comes from a different city to visit the girls. Three of them spend a week together. The life of Ira and Manya, who are well acquainted with each other’s habits and needs, is strictly organized; thus any prolonged intrusion is hardly possible.

Morning exercises, procedures, breakfast, computer work, monotonous routine. The father expects to get closer to his daughter, as no one knows when they will meet again. He expects it while they go to the hairdresser, while he photographs the girls at the trade centre’s amusement park, while he mashes hot potatoes in the kitchen…

 Finally, it is time for Oleksandr to go back. The father and the daughter bid farewell.

For one evening, Ira stays by herself.

A year and a half ago Ira’s confession "I am a palliative patient" for the StopPain blog was reposted multiply, and people left admiring comments under the post. And it couldn’t have been opposite because she had completely destroyed the stereotypical perception of a person with not even one, but with a whole bunch of incurable diseases. She said: "I am writing this text having dozens of reasons not to speak publicly about my palliative status. And I have only one reason to share all of it. I want lives of people like me to be perceived as significant and valuable as a life of any healthy person today. " Therefore, her agreement to show her life is so valuable to me. At the same time the story of Ira and her friend Marusya Aylen have not become the story of two volunteers. Or the story of a palliative. This is a story about life, friendship, support, about the possibility to be oneself and to do what you love, despite the diagnosis or life circumstances. It is about everything what is so necessary for everyone of us. Always.