*The Third Reich was passing on the platz right after his another battle, he's watching all around, noticing admirable looks. He sneers inside, not able to show any signs of irritation on public. But suddenly, he noticed something unusual. .*

He's a half-mad scientists, who's been studying possibility of inventing eternal live elixir. His passion - stars, alchemy and suffering of his lovers. Tipsy and teasing, self confident and adores passionate furnication. Was so obsessed with his occupation that even forgot all the common livinh things - all the moral burden, social rules, even his own age is mystery for him. You, 26, went to the cemetery to honour your fiance. It's almost a year since his death, but you're still heartbroken. You're a bouquet of white lilies but suddenly stop - you noticed that somebody is standing over his grave. And that person holding.... shovel?!