Life often feels like an endless loop of tiresome pragmatism, a dull rhythm of ingrained routines and roles that leaves one yearning for something more, something akin to the blossoming of spring. For Marijonas Sabūtis, a photographer yanked from the depths of sleep, this everyday monotony is a persistent hum, a stark contrast to the vibrant possibilities that unfurl within the realm of dreams. It is in these nocturnal landscapes that all desires, all projects, all the impossible things, can - and indeed, must - come to pass. Yet, even as he yearns for this dream-like escape, a different kind of strangeness begins to seep into his waking world.
The unfolding narrative is a layered tapestry, refusing to settle into a single thread. Marijonas, grappling with a spring-induced self-pity and a distinct lack of feminine companionship, finds himself cursing the heavens with colorful Lithuanian expletives. But woes, as they often do, refuse to travel alone. His brother, Markos, inexplicably vanishes after a trip to Prague, as if swallowed whole by the city itself. This sudden disappearance propels Marijonas into an unexpected quest, leading him to the labyrinthine streets of the Czech capital in search of answers.
In Prague, Marijonas encounters the enigmatic Veronika, a woman who holds the potential to offer him much, both physically and spiritually, yet chooses instead to engage in a series of tantalizing, ambiguous games. Her presence deepens the mystery surrounding Markos's disappearance and further blurs the lines of Marijonas's reality. Meanwhile, far removed from his personal turmoil, a high-stakes drama unfolds on the global stage. Russian and Colombian factions are locked in tense negotiations over a multi-ton cocaine shipment, a illicit cargo peacefully traversing the Pacific. But near Russian territorial waters, the shipment is intercepted by unknown adversaries in a diesel submarine, plunging Moscow and the Colombian jungles into a state of panic.
From a distance, American special services observe this chaos, their involvement a subtle undercurrent. These international incidents, seemingly disconnected, converge to compel a previously idle Tony to rush to Moscow. His arrival coincides with a funeral, that of Ieva's sister, Nadia. Here, another sister, Žana, a journalist, captures Tony's attention, igniting a spark of desire. Now, two sisters become figures worthy of sin, entwined in a web of intrigue that stretches across continents.
As these disparate events intertwine, the story takes on the quality of a lucid dream, where life itself feels like a mere reverie. Markos's consciousness and subconscious begin to fully unleash themselves, manifesting in elaborate and often comical forms. He finds himself conversing with Zenka and Dange, two philosophical flies, prompting a worried thought: "It's not good to start the day by talking to flies." And he is right to be concerned, for strange things indeed continue to happen, pushing the boundaries of the ordinary and plunging everyone into an increasingly bizarre and unpredictable reality.
