Living as a convinced single, waking up in the morning with the cry of the mother, sleeping, jumping out of bed and stumbling around the mountain of empty beer bottles, looking in a bunch of dirty linen under the bed for two approximately the same colour range and with a minimum number of hole socks, running in panic to the kitchen to put coffee and realizing that dirty dishes are easier to throw out - than wash, rubbing under a bunch of boxes of CD keys from the apartment - single beliefs sharply drop their positions...