Magda and Zuzanka share their little lives through phone conversations. The first cannot be without the second, while the second is self-absorbed. Why do they still communicate at all, and what do they actually have in common? Fragments of their absurd relationship appear in a kaleidoscope of situations from other lives, lived without recognizing their sense and direction, between fun and powerlessness, narcissism and fear of death. The present alternates with the past, rejection with the desire for closeness. Time passes, the elevator goes up, and the party has to end sometime. We’ve grown old. Does it surprise us?