A man of love and a seamstress, and an occasional encounter that changed their fate.

The man in the street met a woman in a sea uniform, attracted by her cold and glamorous look, and she was walking down a line of uniform, and the buttons were moving in the wind, the buttons of uniform were moving in the wind, the man was speaking in front, the first conversation between the two men was being pulled up like an invisible pull, the night under a street light, she was placing a pole in her neck, the man was approaching, she wasn't walking away, but the eyes were blinking, and the two people started to meet, the uniform jacket blew up, the man pulled her back, the man pulled her back, her finger was on the side of her waist, she was breathing a little bit, but she didn't lift her finger.