Boris Robič is, as we like to say, an ordinary man. One evening he gets brutally attacked at his home. The police arrives, and open the investigation. There are no suspects, and it seems that no one could possibly be interested in shooting Boris. The police eventually suspend the investigation, convinced that the shooting was a mere coincidence. Riddled with doubt, he starts investigating on his own. While searching for the potential perpetrators, we follow a tragicomic path of a man who discovers that more people hate him than he would ever have thought possible and that the perceptions that he has of his own life are nothing but illusions.

The news concerning the death of a man known as Oroslan quickly spread through a small village, causing emotions of grief and heartache. In order to overcome their sorrow and restore their faith in the natural flow of life, the villagers start sharing stories about the deceased, recreating his image through their tales. Later on, the ritual of the wake takes place, where anecdotes and superstitions make part of the agenda. A naturalistic treatise on life and death, in the form of a three-act piece.