A man might tell himself anything in order to get by, and he might look back on the past with little or no regret. But the past isn't always as dead and gone as it seems, and no one gets out unscathed. Boris Smirkoff is enjoying a quiet moment in the park when a not-so-gentle reminder of his personal history pays a visit. What kind of bargain does a man make with his own conscience, when there's nowhere to hide but in the stories he tells himself?