Augusto Vignó is from a long line of honest men. When his region was flooded, resulting in destructive ecological consequences, he stood in front of television cameras face to face with the government minister and clearly formulated the steps necessary for clean up. Such men stand out in government circles. He might come in handy because he is also an independent, a model husband and a father of three. Augusto, with his face smoothly shaved, wearing a well-tailored suit, wins parliamentary elections handily. He must be considered, but wait: he can’t behave like a loose cannon and stubbornly put through his own opinions. That’s why he’s got a team of experienced colleagues, advisers, and female admirers. After arriving in Rome, Augusto rightfully feels like he’s in a maze. He doesn’t understand why he should vote for this particular person, why attend this particular dinner, or where and to whom to clarify his intentions (so it will be at the most auspicious moment). Gradually even he, a parliamentary member from the north, who just yesterday was something of a yokel, begins to understand that big politics, played for big bucks and personal ambition, requires bigger and bigger compromises (if one wants to play). Even a road paved with the best intentions can lead to hell.