While Koroviev and Behemoth are causing a fuss on the outskirts of Moscow, and Woland is disappearing on his important business, Gella decided to visit the restaurant where meetings of all the city’s writers were held. But to her great regret, she did not find anything interesting there. Going outside, she notices a man smoking near the porch. Gella slowly approaches him and, taking out a cigarette from her bag, leans towards him, hinting that he should give her a light.

“Looking at those gathered here, I can assume that you are also a writer?”