Irina Markova lives alone in Russia with her poodles, and the film follows her daily routine of grooming, training, and performing with them as though they were an extension of her own body. Interviews let her explain how she ended up here: a childhood tragedy that reshaped her relationship to loss and left animals as the one constant she could trust. The camera stays close on the physical choreography between Markova and her dogs, the repetition of commands, the small rituals of care that structure her isolation. Rather than treating her as an eccentric hobbyist, the film takes her bond with the poodles seriously as something closer to devotion, letting her describe it in her own terms without outside commentary undercutting her. It is a quiet character study built on one woman's account of grief and the substitute family she built to survive it, with her dogs functioning less as pets than as the emotional center of her life.