In a city where they date for a month and break up for two, drown in glasses of whiskey and float up in a bathroom with bleach, where in the morning you feel bad, in the evening it’s average, at night someone crumples the sheets next to you, and at dawn you crumple say “bye”, where the priority is a bank account on a gold card, the year of manufacture of a car, a Louis Vuitton bag and a Lacoste T-shirt, interests in the field of construction and communications in the administration, a toned torso and a squatting ass, a past without luggage and a future with prospects, a vacation in Phuket and work in high-rise business centers - in this city you can easily fall into the trap of your own ambitions, especially when you are a young guy who knows how to speak well and strives to get everything from life. And overcoming the stages of growth in the club business, you may not notice how life will become like the facade of a nightclub: bright on the outside, inviting during working hours and empty, cold, lonely, when the last guest leaves and you are left alone...