Francis Mirkovic, alias Yves Deroy, is sitting on the Pendolino train from Milan to Rome, traveling incognito in first class. Above him, secured with a handcuff to the luggage rack, is a metal suitcase full of documents and photos - the suitcase full of the dead. It contains lists of war criminals, arms dealers, and terrorists that Francis compiled as an agent of the French secret service in the conflict zones of the Mediterranean and intends to sell to the Vatican to start a new life. Exhausted from alcohol and amphetamines, he lets his memories flow freely - of the horrors of the Balkan War, in which he was involved as a mercenary for two years, of the friends who died beside him, of the people from Algiers to Jerusalem whom he spied on, and of the women he loved: Stéphanie, who didn’t want a child with a barbarian like him, or Sashka.