Warsaw is cold and foreign. Bruno goes there anyway. He has a date with Ronja. They used to be a couple, but are now separated. But he knows he still loves her, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. They said they would spend the days together.
So Bruno waits for her at the track, and when the train pulls in and he raises his eyes expectantly, she's not there. He calls her, doesn't reach her, but Bruno knows that the next train will arrive in a few hours. She will be on it. He leaves the station. Children throw water bombs at him. His car is gone, stolen. His jacket was in it, it's gone now. He is freezing. He doesn't know where to go and stumbles off. Thus begins for him a shitty night, an odyssey through the dreary streets of Warsaw.
In search of his car, he keeps crossing paths with the people of this inhospitable city. He meets a disguised adventuress, a romantic cab driver, a deceived bus driver. They misunderstand him and lead him around, explaining to him what love should look like. But Bruno is convinced he already knows what it looks like and continues to wait for Ronja's arrival.
Only the acquaintance of a maltreated, crippled pigeon makes him doubt. On a bench in the park, they witness a natural phenomenon together, and the dove sits with him and seems to ask: What does love look like?