In a Europe the vampires hold, humans are donors, and the rules are three lines on the wall: the donor shall not be spoken to, the donor shall not speak, there shall be no attachment. In concrete bunkers, blood is taken every day from donors chosen by lottery, the two peoples live apart, and nothing is permitted to become personal.

Of an old and famous vampire family, Dritan is a young noble, and he is bored the way only someone who has never wanted for anything can be. A driver takes him through his nights, his dinners are the same dinner, and the most satisfying thing during his week is counting the diamonds on a car seat. Then, at a routine feeding in the hills, the blindfolded girl in the chair breaks the second rule. One sentence, whispered, inside a room where it is forbidden. Dritan does not report it, and does not know why. In a world where everyone has agreed not to look, the years that follow are made of forms, stamps and a uniform his family despises.