Before us is a young, self-confident woman whose life seems quite prosperous. A well-kept house, a well-off husband. Her usual day begins with a usual morning jog. And then... A neighbor, dashing past in a car, splashes her with dirt from head to toe. A common, male thing. Even funny. Getting out of the car, he, with a guilty smile - apparently after going "to the left" - approaches his pregnant wife and... gets hit on the head with a baseball bat. Our heroine is shocked by what she saw. But this blow seems to sober her up, makes her look at many things in her life with different eyes. Work does not interest her. No children. Her husband looks at her like furniture, or rather, not at all, because he is looking at the computer screen. All around are men who consider themselves the masters of life. Having discovered all this, she begins to act, guided by female logic.
