Nikolai Knyazev works in a TV repair shop. God has blessed him with golden hands and heart, yet the majority of his fellow-town folk think he’s a bit nutty, and for a few good reasons: he’s constructing a perpetual motion machine, for years he has been writing a philosophical treatise, he has been dreaming of world fame and looking down on the other inhabitants of this sinful earth. But no matter how hard he searches, he can’t see where his happiness lies.