An apartment kitchen: a man and a woman discuss Little Red Riding Hood their voices hushed mindful of waking the little girl sleeping next room. Waste land on the city outskirts: behind a line of abandoned trailers the man silently watches what seems to be a family. The same city the same man: driving through traffic with two hand-made firing pins for a hunting rifle. The man is 42 years old his name - Viorel. Troubled by obscure thoughts he drives across the city to a destination known only to him.