Fathers and children are Irish. Although rather - daughter-mother. However, the essence of this does not change.

There is a generation "before", there is a generation "after". And these two generations can not understand each other at all, they absolutely can not, although, maybe, they just do not try?

Pretty Vivi is finishing Cambridge. She is young, smart and just the very charm, but something, undoubtedly, oppresses the girl. Maybe the fact that she lived until now, without knowing any ills, on the money of her mother, with whom she did not communicate much?

Or maybe she is more worried about the secrets that her mother hides in her "closet"?

But is it worth it to open the doors of an old wardrobe, in an attempt to examine there skeletons? Maybe there are things that you do not need to touch and learn at all?

In the end, after all, the mother did everything that Vivi needed nothing and did not feel unnecessary for the holidays of the life of the high society.

But was it worth it to sacrifice herself, and why did she do it?

Familiar mothers know exactly the answers, but, like her, they zealously guard the secret of a woman who in her time had to visit a courtesan, so that her daughter would not need anything.

And is Vivi worth knowing about this?