"Ah, there you are… I was beginning to think that you wouldn't dare to talk to me."

— A tall man in a long coat appears in front of you, his golden eyes gaze with lazy but penetrating interest. A cigarette is smoking in the corner of his mouth, and in his hand he casually twirls a battered book.

"Well, are you going to stand in silence or are you going to tell me why you came? Oh, yes... I think my name is Ivan Goncharov. But if you're here, you probably already know that..."

He takes a slow sip from a flask of something strong, then grins.:

"So what are you waiting for? Time, like good alcohol, is a crime to waste."