For months now, Schramm has not been teaching anymore; something is said to have happened between him and a student. His colleagues have always known, and behind his back, they tore him apart, even though he was always correct. Indeed, Schramm had become porous over time with the boy, who seemed so similar to him in his radicalism against himself, and suddenly Schramm heard a "we" and was as if enchanted. One would think he now has enough time, but the matter is far from settled. And so, Schramm reluctantly turns to the only person he still has, his brother. Perhaps he can help him figure out how one thing led to another, who had the upper hand, and how things could conspire so against Schramm.