Rose has given up. She's given up on friendship, on happiness, on life being anything other than black black black.
Yrena wants out. She's a dancer who doesn't want to dance, a prisoner in her own home, a resident of New York who never gets to see the city.
To Rose, Yrena has always been the Russian girl who lives next door, seen through a window but never spoken to. At least not until Yrena crashes into Rose's room — and Rose's life — and sets in motion a night in New York City that neither one of them will ever forget.