Passers-by shy away from her in horror, her ex-husband looks with pity and contempt, her personal doctor does not want to shake hands with her. She is an outcast, she is not even left with memories. Only sins that she doesn’t remember, but for which she pays every day. And it all started when two women met and they found themselves cramped in the same city. What didn't they share? A man? Money? Career? Or maybe it’s all because of the little white butterfly, whose death became a prophecy?