Kaspar Yaroshevsky believed that marriage was as inevitable as military service or a medical examination. Why is it that for some people the ties that bind are sacred, while for others it is a heavy burden of obligation? How to catch that rhythm, that melody, the only one that gives peace, salvation, hope? How to distinguish it in the clinical absurdity of other people's destinies, the ragged roar of obscene revelations and the modest chords of universal opportunism?..