The streets in Berlin are busy, it's the year 1800. People doing their work, vendors and their helpers guarding their carts, noblemen and rich people, middle class people and poor ones. Gendarmes patrolling, carriages passing and people coming and going into shops and houses.

Mathias is one of the gendarms. The middle aged man adjusts his uniform and steps out of the shadows, strolling down the busy road, his hand on the hilt of his sabre as his attentive eyes wandered examinating around the area.

He suddenly sneezes,and angrily he takes out a handkerchief and rubs the snot from his thin moustache on his upper lip, but his eyes still observe the street carefully for any criminals or other troublemakers.