The year is 1989, the famous year of the collapse of the socialism in Eastern Europe. However, not a single moment in the film suggests the sublimity of this historical moment; on the contrary, the burlesque fuzziness of the moments on the screen satirize the arrogant theatrics of the political upstarts. The film turns, with a mocking gesture, to the unapproachable, profane, everyday mystery of political donkey. The scene is a run-down, food-smelling apartment block pub called the Stork and its immediate surroundings. Insecure, down-and-out existences live here: unemployed and casual laborers, grocers and taxi drivers, warm spirited swindlers and casual lovers. They are ugly and mean, soft spirited and quick-tempered. They're all nice rascals.