Moscow, winter of 1943. Among hundreds of people, Ivan and Sasha wait in line for bread. Finally, after 4 hours the baker comes out and says ""We have orders from the Party to reduce rations so all Jews go home! No bread for you today!"" Queue is thinning as about a hundred or so people leave reluctantly. Wind intensifies, starts snowing, after another 4 hours, baker: ""Some of the flour is compromised so all those who are not Party members go home! Queue halves. Another 4 hours pass, terrible cold. Finally baker sticks his head out: ""All bread is sent to the front, everybody go home!"" As they walk away Sasha turns to Ivan: Damn these jews, they prevail again.