Two beers, another round – much else is not necessary for intimacy. But alcohol’s warmth can’t keep up with the coldness that reigns supreme in the outside world. A fact the two brothers, who roam from bar to bar, are well aware of. The elder no longer needs a reason to drink, he drinks out of pure sorrow and anger. And yet, on this fateful night, he does not only talk about Stalingrad but tells his brother also about the joys of soon becoming a father.