While Sophie is preparing a seemingly very poisonous cocktail in her kitchen, there is someone unable to speak, bound to her dining table. It seems to be the last of his hours has arrived or is there still a chance for the helpless victim?
It doesn't seem to be the first time, that Sophie is mixing a poisonous cocktail, while an admirer of hers is sitting gagged and bound to a chair at her dining table. Is there still a chance to survive or may the 'pharmacist' once more have found the time to sing one of her lullabies: 'Hush little baby, don't you cry...'—Holger Frick