Muhamed frequents a Moscow casino and, by the way he self-confidently boasts to the waitress, it seems as if luck is on his side. But the opposite is true, however, and soon he has to face the fact that he has lost a lot of money. His unfortunate financial situation forces him to return home to a village in Central Asia where his neighbours think he’s made a great career for himself as a virtuoso violinist. The truth soon comes out and his mother bursts into tears when she realises that even his violin case is empty – he’d gambled away its contents. Muhamed tries to find money to pay back his debts, and the mafia are always on his heels. He feels all alone, tangled up in a web of his own lies; he’s at the end of the world and the end of his strength. One morning, however, someone leaves an egg on his window ledge. Is this an expression of sympathy or compassion? Muhamed looks sadly back at his village, he has to leave because now the police are also looking for him and lies can’t help him. His heart is empty and he needs someone to tap on his shoulder and say: “Life goes on. Let’s not cry!”…