Time flies. And now you will be thirty very soon, but there is still nothing behind your soul - neither at home, nor family, nor "dream come true." And even the wonderful comics that you draw with inspiration in the evenings, sitting at a desk in a tiny rented apartment, have not yet impressed anyone. In addition, perhaps, his own guardian angel - an intellectual and, in general, a great clever girl - an ancient connoisseur of real art, but one of your distant ancestors. Immortal spirit artist. Gauguin fields...