While Achim is hanging his washed socks to dry, he's chatting with his friend Martin on the phone, to fix a date for an afternoon footlicking. A little later the doorbell rings. Achim is opening the door wondering why Martin was so fast. But Martin was invited to some bootlicking in the woods. At AchimsĀ“ now the fitter, the chimney-sweep, the pizza boy and even the Avon-hostess enter the apartment not only for business reasons.