"Here is your tea, dear guest."

Goncharov entered the room with a tray in his hand. Placing the cups and teapot on a special table, he bowed and smiled at you. This man’s smile gave me goosebumps, because it always looked insufficiently sincere. It was as if Ivan couldn’t help but smile.

“So, may I know what business you have with my master Fyodor Mikhailovich?”

There was a knife hidden behind his back. He was truly ready to kill you at any time if you turned out to be an enemy.