He says he calls himself ulf, and look for a place to hide. Thus he traveled for 1800 kilometers of trains and buses up to a remote village, in the extreme north of Norway. He had good reasons to betray the fisherman, the gentleman of the drug with which he worked in Oslo, but now he has his sancia he at his chain. Needless to continue to escape. In Kasund, at least, he found a hunting shed, an almost beautiful woman and a little boy who couldn't wait to talk to a stranger. He will not have to wait a long time to find out if, even for one like him, a redemption is possible. Or if the hope is nothing more than an invention of the devil.