It’s a fine day, a typical Moscow traffic jam, a white convertible, with a gorgeous blonde Zoya driving. She relaxed only for a second to the sounds of Mozart’s favorite aria... Zoya opened her eyes and was horrified: a battered, battered Zhiguli, behind there was a white cat with green eyes, behind the wheel was an unknown person of a creepy appearance with all traces of alcohol poisoning, and the girl had - a wild headache and a complete lack of idea about who you are, where you are from and what you are doing here... A short stay in a neglected village house put the girl before a very difficult choice: play by the rules of those who imagine themselves to be puppeteers, or write her own script...