Sasha is about to turn twelve. She is convinced that salvation is in humor. You need to become a comedian and make people laugh from the stage. We must learn to joke, develop our “humorous streak.” It's decided! Now Sasha will record successful jokes, rehearse, learn everything about the “setup” and “punchline”. But where is the confidence that this is what will save her? And from what, by the way? Maybe the reason for all the jokes and oddities is deep sadness?