Make me practice

Radka loves doughnuts and hates exercise. She thinks the gym is a place people go to torture themselves voluntarily. However, her best friend Marek has a different opinion and drags her to one. There, Radka meets Roman – a trainer with the body of a Greek god. Due to a cruel twist of fate, he doesn't have the typical soul of a man, even though his gaze occasionally wanders more to a neckline than into someone's eyes. One whisper from Roman and Radka drops a barbell on her foot. This innocent accident triggers an avalanche of comical, but also dramatic, events. What happens when someone cuts into a still-unhealed wound? Is it possible to forgive someone who burns your life to the ground? And how do apple turnovers fit into all of this?