Paris, the last quarter of the nineteenth century. The wars and revolutions have long since faded, leaving only the barricades of the Commune in recent memory. France during the Third Republic remains a world power, and its capital is still the center of European culture. And then in the sign shop at the famous trading "Royal Gallery," its founder Oscar Klodell appears, once a distinguished blacksmith, now a negotiator and traveler. He brought to Claude, his grandson and heir, curiosities from Japan, among them a 13‑year‑old Yune, a sweet creature in kimono and geta sandals. To the poor Claude"s horror it soon became clear that the girl was a descendant of a shopkeeper from Nagasaki and had come to Paris for an internship, knowing only a few words of French! Well, Monsieur Claude, it"s time to engage in cultural interaction, to strengthen, so to speak, the friendship between West and East, especially since Japanese is in vogue! Very soon Yune settled into her new home and began to be useful, not only by helping around the house but also by attracting visitors with her exotic appearance. And the young master gradually learned to appreciate his youthful assistant, who, as it turned out, understands far more than she says. As always, the problems are not in translation difficulties; usually our issues lie in our heads, in honesty with ourselves and each other.