In a dimly lit, old-world Russian apartment, a widow, driven by desire, sucks on her late husband's picture, her nipples hardening at the thought of his touch. She can't resist the urge to fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples, imagining her husband's ghostly fingers. Her tongue darts out, tasting her own skin, salty and sweet. She moans softly, her body aching for more.