在一所公(gong)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(de)故事。郊区空地上，这个(ge)男人(ren)躲在一排废弃的拖车(che)后(hou)静默(mo)地(di)观察一群人，后(hou)者似乎(hu)是(shi)一(yi)家(jia)人。同一个(ge)城(cheng)市(shi)，同(tong)一个男人：他带着两枚猎枪击针穿(chuan)越在堵(du)塞的车流中。男人42岁(sui)，名叫Viorel。他被自己阴暗的想(xiang)法所震惊，穿越整个城(cheng)市(shi)，前往(wang)只有他自己知道的一个(ge)目的地。
　　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.
　　A wasteland on the city’s 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.