Police inspector Albert Smutny has been divorced for a year now. For a year he has let himself go, he looks scruffy and unkempt and his soul is restless. His breath stinks, his hands tremble, his eyes are feverish. In other words, he still hasn’t gotten over the divorce. And this is why he channels all his passion into his work. When it comes to uncovering sham marriages, he’s the greatest. He derives infinite pleasure from every marriage he destroys, whether or not it really is a sham marriage. Whenever he senses happiness, he tries with all his might to find the words behind the bliss, the words that are the foundation of this love. He spares only the couples with children because he likes children. That’s what he wanted more than anything, but his wife didn’t want children. At least not with him. Whenever he thinks of his ex-wife, he has to call her. No matter what time of the day or night it is. Or he drops by and bangs endlessly on the door. And when she won’t open the door and refuses to answer the phone, he has no choice but to shadow her a little, just to see how she is and what she is doing. Or to see what foreign scum happens to be her new lover because her happiness has always been very important to him. He will travel through many worlds, and yet they will remain foreign and incomprehensible to him, as incomprehensible as that of his wife.