They say good girls go to heaven, and bad girls go wherever they want. Boys have no better options. His wife left Pashka. And he began to suffer selflessly: drunkenness, scandals, fights with the culprit of the breakup, doctors, drunkenness again, pills and even a clinic of neuroses. But he was quickly discharged, they said that he was healthy, and that he needed to continue living alone, if possible. Pashka, however, was very bad at it, until one day he met a beautiful stranger at the pharmacy. Night, wine, her apartment. Will love save this time or can it let go like that?