There are no more bets. Sartre J.-P.

In a long line in the office, where posthumous destinies are decided in the afterlife, two - a beautiful woman poisoned by her husband for the sake of inheritance, and a young revolutionary, shot by a traitor. They come across, begin to say in order to get rid of the boredom of expectation, and manage to love each other so strongly that I suddenly get the second chance of returning to the world of the living, because a mistake has crept in the papers of the “celestial bureaucracy” - these two, these two intended for each other, and did not meet during life.

But there is a condition - for a day alone, lovers must find each other on Earth, otherwise they will return to the afterlife forever.