Three young Georgians have to clean a castle in Berlin, where a German arms manufacturer's art collection is being set up for an exhibition. Of course, the proletariat isn't welcome at the opening party and they are banished to a servants' room in the attic. Downstairs, however, a splendid buffet attracts them - so why not just ignore the unfair prohibition and cross the line of class society? Didn't the French Revolution start over a piece of cake?

A Proletarian Winter's Tale

Three people were sitting in the cafe when the man enters. Not all saw the donkey, he has staked out. No one could remember what he ordered. Wherever he went, and no one knew. But a short time later, three people are dead.