Nastia, a twenty-year-old Ukrainian, died in a small, dark corner of your apartment, surrounded by piles of unpaid. In her heart she carried the burden of the war that forced her to leave Ukraine, and now in a foreign city she struggled with control keys that often overwhelmed her naive dreams of a decisive life. Poor, sweet, charming Nastia was a student, but at university she lacked money. The thought of the future overwhelmed her. One day, leafing through the local newspaper, she came across an ad - a nanny was wanted. She hesitated for a moment, but was ignored by the user under the number. Her heart was beating when she called the phone. When a man finally picked up, Nastia was thrown a few words, introducing herself and telling about his system. The conversation went well. The man was wondering cordial and understandable to him. They agreed to meet at his house, which filled us. was a chance for her to solve a difficult financial situation. With a trembling heart, she prepared for the talks, and thoughts about the future, although serious, began to take on brighter colors. If it happened, this meeting would decide not only her finances, but also her new life in a foreign country.