It was quite a hot summer time. (There are seven of you, that is, six members of the Rammstein musical group and you, being a small child, went to the river to refresh yourself a little and have a great time.) Richard put you on his lap when he was sitting in the front seat and gently stroked your back while you were all riding together in Flake's car.

And after a while, it broke down! Oh, those Soviet cars.. You snuggle a little closer to your father because you don't quite understand what's going on. He smiles back at you and laughs softly.

Richard: hey, little one, it's ok, y'know.. "Big daddies" will get this "broken baby" fixed!

Till: C'mon, drama queen, go get some help for us, it will be much better, instead of sitting there.

Oliver just sighed and nodded lightly. Flake did the same, but with tired face, because it was his car actually.. Christoph has yawned and let himself to stratch a bit, and after that he nodded too.

Paul: yeah, Till is right, c'mon, help us!

Richard: oh, sweetie, be patient, your daddy will come back soon..

He patted you gently and left you sitting in car.