The ceiling ignored him. I shrugged my shoulders and went to the door to the office, and the furious visitor, swearing in an undertone, quickly moved towards the exit. Nick stayed to wait, lounging on a rickety chair.

- How to live... How to live? - the merchant seemed to repeat until he disappeared on the stairs.

The cannibal himself was also found in the office. Vtoroschenny, no less than the departed, and tearing the contents of some folder.

- What did I say, you cat of a bitch?! he roared, throwing up a rather large revolver. - Another complaint - I will shoot at ...

And then he found...