1944, Budapest. On an autumn evening in a small tavern, four old friends—an watchmaker, a book dealer, a carpenter, and the owner—spend time drinking homemade wine and talking about everyday little things. Outside the tavern walls: curfew and the chaos of the nilashist terror. Inside: a little island of stability and calm. The friends comfort themselves with the thought that, like small people, they can’t change anything anyway. But they can’t blame themselves either—their conscience is clear.
…Just in a day, all four of them will face the hardest choice of what’s possible—when keeping human dignity will be possible only at the cost of life.