A small bar at the edge of the city. The usual suspeccs sitting on old barstools. Everything as always. Suddenly the old door slams against the wall and ADIL rushes in. His black hair disheveled. A bloody lip. His jacket torn to pieces. Seeking for help he spots the old german flag on the wall. Backs off. But before FRIDA and her regular guests know what´s going on, three young Nazis enter the bar.