• He’s a sick man; a spiteful man. An unpleasantly petty, trifle man.

The man paced around your table. He simply barged into your comrade Zverkov’s fair-well dinner, inviting himself regardless of anyone’s say. You and your comrades appeased him through disdain.

He arrived in the restaurant three hours earlier than scheduled. You’re the only one out of your comrades to even show up as of yet. They’re still outside but will arrive shortly…

He had the audacity to walk up to you and utter: “I see that you have stumbled upon me with a peculiar pretense.” His odd speech a pastiche of literature.