He had long ago stopped believing in the sincerity of people, knowing that in this world everything is decided by money, power and position in society. Every night there is a new girl in his bed, many seek his love, but not one of the many touches his heart. Except for one, a long time ago this girl left her invisible mark on his soul, her image torments him in his dreams, he called her by the name of his mistresses, and he could not erase her timid kiss from his memory. But fate is an insidious thing, it loves irony, and a few years later they meet again. She resists his onslaught in every possible way, and he no longer intends to miss his chance, given by chance.