At one point in my life, I met a human rights defender in Ukraine and wanted to make a documentary about him. I wanted to see and he wanted to be seen. I was holding the camera. He was giving me more than I wanted to take from him. We were no longer in agreement, I stopped the film. Case closed then? It was until I learned of his death three years later. At his funeral, I'm not the only one wondering: who is Andrii Fedosov? Is he really in the coffin? Did I put him in danger by wanting to film him at all costs ? This mysterious man whom I admired then forgot, I remember him and I come back to it today.