Three young Georgians have to clean a castle in Berlin, where a German armament manufacturer’s collection of contemporary art is being set-up for an exhibition. Of course, the proletariat isn’t welcome at the opening party and the three protagonists are banished to a small servants’ room in the attic. Downstairs, however, a splendid buffet attracts them - so why not just ignore the unfair prohibition and cross the demarcation line of class society? Didn’t the French Revolution start for a piece of cake, anyway? Telling each other unlikely stories ranging from an adventure of Saint Francis to a spiritualistic séance in the Soviet Union, the three protagonists try to find an answer to this question: Can class relations be overcome, when all bequeathed stories say they can’t? Besides that, they have to struggle with obstinate clouds, neo-liberal working conditions, apocalyptic petty bourgeois and the agents of a confusing late capitalist conspiracy, which they’ll all defeat with a laziness one must call messianic. A proletarian winter’s tale, so to speak.