On the very first day of his arrival in this city, Boris was unlucky; he ended up in prison. But then, as if by magic, everything changes. An elegant lady takes him to the villa of the artist’s widow. The carefree life of a bohemian: a rich foreigner, a painting appraiser, a colonel from the secret services, a ballet lover, a loving lady with a mind of her own, a nimble secretary, an overly rustic investigator. Everything would be fine, but suddenly there’s a murder. “I’m looking for those who own the sword,” says the investigator. And you, Boris, the actor, played Cyrano.” Many years will pass, and what is carefully hidden will become obvious. In a company of slackers, there is sure to be at least one who covers up cold calculation with idleness.