Every evening here is shrouded in the languid magic of jazz and new acquaintances — romantic, or monotonously formal. Meet Alexa, she works here. Every evening she is captured by a whirlwind of events, temptations and impressions. She even becomes this vortex herself… Hey, baby, aren't you confused by any chance? No? And why, then, did doubt arise in the eyes? Yes, she already knows: when the auditorium is empty, this prickly emptiness will certainly arise inside. So why do some of us continue to believe in artificial worlds, while others continue to create them? The light goes out, only a thin stream of smoke draws a light outline. Then it goes out, too.