Whereas taking half in his trombone one Sunday, the enthusiastic Zero sees Beatrix and falls in love. He returns the next week to specific his feelings, and or not it is mutual. Over the next couple of months, they spoon, kiss, and get happiness. Then, she receives a letter from Kabul, tense that she return to the palace of the estimable vizier. The followers portion, heartbroken. Zero tries expressing himself to a woman on the avenue. He meets derision. Then, recordsdata of Beatrix. Does this romance stop in smiles or tears?