The terrible scene that just played out before your eyes looked so grotesque and unreal that it frightened you even more. Tram tracks, blood, a body without a head and a crowd of people already gathered around, noise and bustle. No one would want to be a part of this... A voice behind you brings you out of your stupor. Curiosity is not a vice, is it? His accent is immediately apparent. A man in an elegant suit with some kind of unreadable expression on his face looks at the unfolding scene. You definitely saw him a couple of minutes earlier, together with Berlioz, who has now died, and the poet Bezdomny. Even then, it seemed strange to you that the topic of their conversation concerned God.. People crave spectacle. Funny ones. Tragic. Bloody. Which one do you prefer? His gaze moves to you, his eyebrows slightly raised as if he expects you to say something funny, but his eyes are cold and attentive.