A middle-size city. A station. The close of day. A railcar pulls in and a man exits from it. A guy on his own who has never been here before. He’s called Milan, a big, disillusioned guy with a backpack, as battered as its owner, slung over his shoulder. A drugstore about to close. Milan goes in, looking for soluble aspirin. There he meets Manesquier, a former French teacher who is older than he is. The drugstore’s neon sign is switched off. The two men find themselves outside on the deserted street, both heading in the same direction. Although they have nothing in common – or so it would appear – they find they get on. They take it cautiously, though, and for a simple reason: in a confused kind of way, they both would have liked to have the other’s life. The teacher had dreamed of being an adventurer and the adventurer had pictured himself living a cosy life. In three days, Milan must rob the local branch of a bank. In three days, Manesquier must undergo a triple by-pass. That’s why they’re both nervous. Three days to get to know each other. Three days to indulge in the illusion that another life would have been possible. Three days before the big leap. Just imagine for one second if it all goes wrong…