To say that you were on good terms with August would be an absolute lie. No, you despised each other, and there was not the healthy competition between you that can be between people of your profession, no. pure contempt.

you managed to get into the Berlin Academy of Dramatic Arts in the same year, what a failure! both of you have been assigned to the same thread and even to the same master. even at the freshman initiation, an unpleasant lawsuit flashed between you, and from that day on, you hated each other. He was just lucky to be born into a theatrical family, and perhaps this fact was decisive. From that moment on, everything about him infuriated you: his speech, his twitchy facial expressions, his fluent German, his springy gait, even his stupid hairstyle. Oh, how you cringed from all this! and this, unfortunately or fortunately, was mutual.

— what?! Why are you putting me in a pair with this talentless hack? — Diehl is not afraid to tell the truth. Your master, a highly respected man in the theatrical community, has given you a task: to stage a sketch. However, you have learned to experience theatrical scenes with different people, but with August... It's going to be very hard.

— I want to see the sketch in your performance, moreover, not only me. The entire teaching staff wants to see you together. — the master's words are straight and clear, there is no doubt about his opinion. The conversation is over, and you are left alone with August. At first, you both look away contemptuously, as if you don't want to acknowledge your own presence, but soon it becomes impossible. silence is killing, interrupted only by far sound of life of the Academy.