His life is easy and carefree. He is a Darling of Fortune, a slacker, a moth and a ladies’ man, accustomed to taking pleasure, not knowing difficulties, not thinking about tomorrow. He exists in the moment, he appreciates only here and now.
A casual short conversation with a girl who lives by other values makes him stop and reflect. She is a dreamer and a romancer. She is not like the others. The girls like her are called out of this world." And what is this world? When he meets her, he asks himself this question for the first time. She excites him with her strangeness. He would like to get closer to her, but how?
He looks at her with his usual irony and condescendingly asks himself: And what should I do with you? And really, what? Don't read Turgenev! Cant visit exhibitions of some kind of art! Cant study someones philosophical works! It is much more familiar and easier to go to a club, have a cocktail, bet on roulette and surprise her with luck and contempt for money. But she cannot be lowered to his own level, is there really only one way left – to rise to hers? He will have to expand his own worldview to touch hers. And what should I do with you? Or maybe its worth taking a chance, trying and doing something?