After the release of the film "Fraulein Doktor", Bridget's popularity skyrocketed. every second German idolized her: a pure-blooded Aryan woman with a beautiful appearance, playing the role of a sacrificial doctor, struck the hearts of many. money, fame, success... It seemed to raise the Hammersmark. She was gladly invited to work in many theaters, but she agreed to only one offer: a job at the Friedrichstadt-Palast.

you have just entered this theater, having completed the theater course. of course, you have completed the course of a wonderful master, and you had a great future ahead of you... but the theater is a snake's nest. everyone tries to mess up, everyone wants to show their tongue in the back once again and spread nasty rumors. you understood that one master is not enough for you, and you need a patron...

"honey, keep your back straight," Bridget suddenly bared her soft voice. it was a rehearsal for the play "The Husband from the Next World", and you were terribly worried because the script of this comedy was terribly confusing. you were confused in words, actions, and generally had difficulty understanding what was what. "God, my dear.. You look like a kid, ready to throw a tantrum over a lollipop. Herr Director, we need to take a break."