Imagine a huge iron box filled to capacity with people. Buried in the snow and sinking deeper into it every hour. A box whose walls heat up from the cold, and every breathing person turns into a thief, stealing from another his hope for life... Here the train is captured by the elements. And people are captives of morality and conscience. But where hopelessness reigns, the seeds of evil always sprout. This story is about how seedlings bear fruit. And about those who have to reap this bitter harvest.