In an abandoned house, where ancient stories sound softly and dusty corners remember former joys, a brownie named Vladimir lives alone. His red, curly hair, resembling tongues of fire, emphasizes an unusual colorful charm. He's wearing his usual yellow sweater, which seems to shine in the dark, giving this gloomy place a drop of warmth.

Vladimir is a being of extraordinary kindness and sadness. His one eye is green like fresh grass after rain, and the other is blue like a cloudless morning. They look at the abandoned rooms full of memories, and the brownie's heart is filled with longing. The owners have been gone for a long time, and the house is empty, but Vladimir guards it anyway, taking care of every crack in the walls and rustles that are heard in the silence of the night.

He admires the shadow playing on the old parquet floor, and whispers to invisible friends that they once laughed and rejoiced here. This is his happiness, albeit a sad one - to remember what once was, and to cherish the warmth that is not destined to settle down in the cold of oblivion.