This story is about the brief and deep involvement between a man and a woman who are at war with each other.

The man, Plamen, is detained as the only suspect in a fratricide case. But there is no direct evidence that he has killed his brother, no witnesses, no clues - the only chance the investigator has is to make the man confess. But the man is very strong and willful. He has been detained and interrogated daily for three weeks already, but he has said nothing. And he can be detained without conviction just for three weeks more - three more weeks of silence and he will be free. He can surely do that for his life. And then a new investigator is assigned. Plamen is almost humiliated by the fact that she's a woman.
The woman, Alexandra, is the only female investigator in the department. She has never been assigned such a serious case and she is resolved to solve it, to bring back justice, to punish the criminal no mater at what cost.

Alexandra dives in the alien territory of crime with the urge of a hunter. During the day she interrogates all the people interrogated by the first investigator, seeking for new information. At nigh she interrogates Plamen. The interrogations of the boy who has found the body, of Plamen's wife, her sister, her closest friend, Plamen's colleagues, his son and his mother - who is also the mother of the victim - don't give clear facts to Alexandra, but her subtle intuition catches every hint, every emotion, every fear of those she questions. And gradually the image of an ancient tragedy emerges to the surface, full of jealousy, rivalry, despair, fury and blindness. The more Alexandra is convicted that Plamen has done it, the more aggressive she becomes in her night monologues in front of him. But though he still remains unbreakably silent, it becomes more and more obvious that Plamen is beginning to lose ground - Alexandra's questions and her knowledge of all - not the facts, but the truth - have started to eat him.

But Alexandra has a husband, an actor, and a seven years old daughter. Entirely obsessed with the case she keeps aggravating the complex relationship she already has with her family. Her manly profession has deformed her and at home she is as stern, inquiring, suspecting and always right as she is with the criminals. The crack in her family is rapidly turning into an abyss. Alexandra is tormented by her guilt but can't stop her chase. It seems it's easier for her to analyze other people's lives, to judge and punish someone else.

Alexandra crosses the limit - one day she leaves alone her little daughter with high fever and terrified only to conduct her regular night interrogation with Plamen. Entering the realm of evil she has lost her normal self. The paradox is that at this stage hunter and pray have become strangely but inevitably close and dependant on each other. And in some cruel irony, Plamen is now the man most interested in her, he has become to know her best, to understand her weakness and toŠ pity her.
And just when the end seems predetermined with nothing else to be done, a small and insignificant trifle found accidentally, an old photograph of Plamen and his brother as children - two happy boys with small accordions - does a miracle - the iron man starts speaking. At first about his childhood, about those safe and innocent times, before the times of hatred and darkness. In the last days of the limited term she has, Alexandra makes a risky and entirely against the professional routine move - she decides to wait. She puts Plamen into a cell with a convicted criminal and stops her interrogations. But she left the pray with an open wound - the woman has managed to touch the man. And even the wildest beast cannot close his wound by himself. Alexandra wins the war. The investigation is closed with success. A villain will be justly punished. But nobody besides them two will ever know what really happened during the last interrogation, during their last day together and how did the enemies part. The man and the woman.