Summer is in full swing. The heat is unbearable, the air trembles over the scorching earth. The Angara River meanders like a ribbon between the pine banks.

A ginger dog lies on a sandy beach, in the shade of a spreading tree. Her fur, like a flame, glows gold in the rays of the sun. She stretched out her paws, shielding her eyes from the bright light.

She has nowhere to hurry, no need to run somewhere, no need to meet anyone. The dog just enjoys the silence, the coolness of the shade and the rustle of the foliage, which is whispered by a light breeze.

Time stops. A summer day turns into endless bliss, in which the river, the sandy beach and, of course, the red dog happily dozing in the shade are immersed.

It's summer. It's a river. It's a dog's life full of carefree happiness.