Nade finds that her killjoy spouse has been furtively blowing cash reserved for home loan reimbursements on repairing his idiotic campervan; they could lose the house and now she frantically needs a money advance.
Valchanov and Grozneva transform this circumstance into a tragi-funny and even tragi-ridiculous difficulty that plays out like a slo-mo auto collision, achieving an unusual emergency when the credit shark says his reimbursement terms could be pegged to the imprints given for his nephew’s English homework. Nade is dragged around defame and uncouth administration; from white collar class respectability, she in a split second ends up on the very edge of absolute neediness with every one of its mortifications. What is the lesson here? The one about wrongdoing not paying does not make a difference.