Why men don't usually go to ballet shows? Because it's a gay thing? Or because a strange parasite infection spreads over the velvety chairs of the opera houses, and tiny blood sucking ballerinas move into their urethras?
After a Firebird performance, our hero discovers that a little dancer is living in his penis. Soon, he even falls in love with the tiny intruder. And after some time, even a small baby turns up, who's maybe not a real baby, after all, just an overgrown sperm cell. But how will our hero's homophobic father react, who thinks ballet is the gayest thing in the world? Is there a love that can tear down every wall, even the wall of the urethra?
Passion, drama, tears and urine.
