Feri is forty-eight years old, twenty-six of which he has worked as a trainee in a screw factory. Workers' spirit, workers' choir, football matches. He's in good shape, though he's put on a little weight, he doesn't go bald, he's a big talker and considers himself a great ladies' man, even though he only used to go for Gizika, the storekeeper, in the factory days. His wife of twenty-six years is Joli, a year older than him. A perpetually dissatisfied woman with a headache. In her heyday, she was an administrator at KÖJÁL, but was demoted because of her diabetes. His hobbies include crocheting, crossword puzzles and long TV series, which he and his girlfriend, hairdresser Icu, regularly discuss. On that particular Saturday morning, when Feri was going fishing and Joli was about to cook stuffed chicken for their wedding anniversary, they had no idea that their lives would change so much that afternoon. This is where our story really begins.
