Few men gather in front of an old hall in the suburb of a city. One among them hasn’t the slightest idea about the upcoming daywork. In an effort not to fall behind the others, he obeys all orders of the environment without understanding the meaning of this system. He asks neither why he has to change his civilian clothes for an old military uniform, nor what the prosthetic scar on his forehead is intended for. Once he receives an assault rifle and his scar begins to bleed, it's too late for any doubts. What follows irreversibly shakes his trust in this mysterious institution. The salary he finally receives cannot compensate what this place has taken from him.