Eternally identical detached houses are lined up next to each other, neatly marked out with privet hedges. A world made for families - consisting of father, mother and child, of course. He looks after the money, she looks after the children. And that's how it should always stay, please. Nothing changes in this beautiful order, even when Greta gives birth not to a human child, but to a vacuum cleaner. She is stunned, but everyone else is thrilled. It's so practical! And motherhood is, after all, the most important thing in a woman's life. Plus housework. She is expected to treat the appliance like a normal child. Greta tries to adapt, to play along, but the more she bends, the more she realizes the absurdity of her world, in which the norms are cemented to the point of suffocation and from which there is no way out.
