She comes from a good, well-to-do family, he's a gol roller, but he writes poetry. Between them love, but her parents are against, hoping that the girl will go crazy. In the meantime, let him have mercy, as long as he is protected. He did not get sick, he came to her in Moscow. Her parents gave him a job as a journalist. The journalist quickly managed to make money on his own (not even a mortgage apartment). And there were betrayals, expenses - convergences. All for sex. Not even love. This story could only end with blood.
This film could have been any good if it had not been shot at the level of bad Russian TV shows and only to show the bodies of Fedorov and Andreeva. The dramaturgy is zero, the script is zero, even though the minimum plausibility is zero. But there are Pauline's boobs. But it seems better to watch them at the request of "Paulina Andreeva naked", rather than spend 2 hours of your life on a bad film.