And since madam Joanna is traveling from Warsaw to Paris to her beloved man, she truly experiences martyr-like torment. On the one hand, you can’t present yourself to your beloved in a disheveled state; on the other—how can you preserve the pristine look of a curl during the trip? Pure headache! So, let’s get a hairdryer. What is this, exactly? In the trunk of her own car—there’s a severed female head! No, that’s too much! Not enough trouble with her own head, and now someone has tossed a stranger’s in as well! I wonder if Joanna, had she known that with this “two heads” problem there would also be the trouble of a broken leg, would she have canceled the trip? Though she probably wouldn’t. After all, in Paris, she’s waiting for the man of her life.