October 6, 1789. In the tavern at the Sevres Bridge there are two strangers. One has white teeth, the other has rotten teeth. Sat down at the table, drank the bottle, started a conversation. It turned out - people of similar professions, masters from masters. The difference in their views is quite small. One regrets that Louis XVI was born a king, and the other - that the king was born at all. And everything becomes more annoying whispering near Louis’s ear: “Paris is dangerous, deadly, you need to run! Run!".