Ksenophon is a strong and enterprising old man. Seventy. No one knows the exact age, because he was recently found on the beach in Thailand without feelings. Apparently, they robbed the day before - neither money nor documents. The name was learned thanks to the engraving on the old Soviet clock. Ksenophon quickly found himself in new circumstances. Without knowing a word in Thai, he gathered a company of his friends, started a business, but through fragmentary memories his past is oppressed. Looks like he's not what he seems. And where the hell does he know Turkish curses ?!