Between 1993 and 1999, one man robbed 29 financial institutions in Budapest. Banks, post offices and even travel agencies fell victim to his crime spree. The police had no leads and no hope of finding him during his six-year stint. The only clue left behind at the crime scenes was the distinct aroma of whiskey. The media christened him the “Whiskey Bandit”. Never physically harming anyone, many began to eagerly follow his escapades through the media. A Transylvanian immigrant, who also happened to be a goalie for one of the city's largest hockey teams, named Attila Ambrus, was finally identified as the “Whiskey Bandit”. The police had finally captured him... or so they thought.

1 bank. 5 people. 2 guns. The story is about a not usual bank robbery.

A girl stuck in an apartment feels lonely and alienated, just like a ghost. She is transparent and silent, not entirely here but haven't decided to move on either. She might just be a memory floating in between dimensions.

In a world, where a number on the neck shows how happy people are, Kristóf (hiding his number with a turtle-neck) waits for the mandatory Annual Happiness Measurement. In the checking room, first, the contrast material is injected into his body, as every year. But this time, the examiner is shocked, when she realizes, Kristóf is a problematic 21. This happiness level barely exceeds the critical minimum limit. If he goes below 20, he has to be reported to the authorities. On his way out, he bumps into his ex-girlfriend, who surprisingly doesn't hide the number on the neck. She is a proud 80. Seeing her happy, Kristóf starts to realize, maybe he was wrong to break up with her. Maybe, they could be happy again... together.