Katya has long dreamed of going to the International House of Journalists in Varna. In the eighties of the last century, getting a ticket there was considered real luck, and Katya was finally lucky. However, as soon as the train started moving, the girl burst into tears from resentment and disappointment. Katya had no idea that her first impressions would soon turn out to be false, and the mocking fate had prepared a pleasant surprise for her.