A young writer brings his story in the editorial office. Waiting for its review, autumn, winter, spring has passed. Nobody has read the story; even copies have disappeared without leaving a trace. In the institution everybody is busy with their own thing: company director is always running somewhere – from meeting to bank, from bank to meeting, from meeting to banquet and so infinitely. Some of the editors are learning French, some of them are busy with sewing, some making breakfast, somebody has a holiday leave, somebody a business trip, and others play chess. The only man, reading the story is a building handyman.