Every woman dreams of a man - a real hero. But the heroes increasingly turn out to be not at all who they say they are. Until, in the end, the dreamer finds out that there are not men around, but continuous diagnoses. Schizoid, hysterical, psychasthenic - at the suggestion of her psychiatrist friend, Milochka did not evaluate the range of young people around her any differently. And the prospect of getting married was no longer bright. It’s no wonder that in such an environment all that remains is to overeat on pancakes, look at yourself in the mirror and die of a broken heart. This would have happened to Milochka if at one fine moment she had not realized that a real hero is not a knight on a white horse, but...