<p>　　在一所公寓的厨房中，一对夫妻为避免吵醒隔壁房中熟睡的女儿，低声谈论着小红帽的故事。郊区空地上，这个男人躲在一排废弃的拖车后静默地观察一群人，后者似乎是一家人。同一个城市，同一个男人：他带着两枚猎枪击针穿越在堵塞的车流中。男人42岁，名叫Viorel。他被自己阴暗的想法所震惊，穿越整个城市，前往只有他自己知道的一个目的地。<br/>　　An apartment kitchen: a man and a woman discuss Little Red Riding Hood, their voices hushed, mindful of waking the little girl sleeping in the next room.<br/>　　A wasteland on the city’s outskirts: behind a line of abandoned trailers, the man silently watches what seems to be a family.<br/>　　The same city, the same man: driving through traffic with two hand-made firing pins for a hunting rifle.<br/>　　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.</p>