When you are twenty-one, and everyone around you is talking about cheating, you want to twirl your finger at your temple. Especially if you live in your own correct world of morals and principles and believe in one love for life. But everything changes when your loved one still cheats on you, and next to you is someone whom you disliked from the first minutes of your acquaintance. An arrogant, self-confident type that your friends sigh for. You decide to have a one-time relationship with him. One hot but meaningless night. Without feelings and words about love. What will it lead to? And will it be possible to forget about it later?