The circularity of violence seen in a story that circles on itself. In Macedonia, during the war in Bosnia, Christians hunt an ethnic Albanian girl who may have murdered one of their own. A young monk who's taken a vow of silence offers her protection. In London, a photographic editor who's pregnant needs to talk it out with her estranged husband and chooses a toney restaurant.
Obsessed with the disappearance of her best friend who became a victim of sex trafficking, a journalist plots an undercover operation in order to expose the criminal network. But as her accomplices draw closer to the boss, the situation gets out of control and they struggle to get out alive.
What is like to be a widowed old man in a small town where every single day is the same like the previous? And what will happen when the grandson that man haven't seen in 10 years will knock on his door and suddenly brake all of his routines?
