Tito is 23 years old. He has a mother who loves him and a car that allows him to earn his life honestly. For his neighbors he is a reliable and educated kid. Nobody knows that behind that façade someone with a pragmatic view of life is hidden. This implies making terrible acts. Acts for which, perhaps, he will have to pay one day. But Tito is not concerned by the future. Only present exists. The Cuban reality today, just as it is. Without ornaments. And without wails.