Women's happiness lies much deeper than men's. You have to gnaw on waste rock for years before you stumble upon a nugget. By the age of thirty, Agata Pomerantseva was tired of gnawing and opted for Roman - an average man, no frills. And what? For nesting it may turn out to be the most reliable. And now the wedding invitations have already been received from the printing house, when the unexpected happens: Agatha suddenly feels such an attraction to the man with whom she inadvertently fights in the parking lot that the question arises before her - is it worth giving in to the voice of reason, agreeing to a bird in the hand?