A portrait of a Suzdal lively masseur named Boris, who listens attentively to patients, but also speaks no less himself. For women over fifty, Boris puts on “sexual music”, for girls he sings chorales of his own composition with “hallelujah” in the final, the visitor with the Bible in mind asks why Boris was not among the apostles. It seems that the hero does not waste a minute, as well as the film, which squeezed into a short footage the story of Boris's life, told by himself in his marvelous way and with a desire.