Imagine that you are a bodyguard for a big businessman, a former military man. The owner gives you a day off, and it is on this day that an attempt is made on his life. You make it to the dying man, and he asks you to look after his daughter, an unlucky businesswoman, because, not without reason, he believes that those people will not limit themselves to an attempt on his life. And the girl turns out to be that little thing. But all these are still flowers. The main thing is that all of them are not who they are used to perceiving themselves...