So you've already admitted defeat?

- Not! I assure you there will be no dinner. Look for a job, Mr. Samarin!

- I don't think. Pick up an evening dress, Mrs. Tumanova!

Having thus exchanged pleasantries, they turned their heads in different directions and stared into the darkness of the night.

“That’s good,” Danilov concluded wearily, delighted that the debaters had finally calmed down.

They didn't say another word. The hotel also in deathly silence dispersed to their rooms. Everyone's only desire was to sleep.

But Margot couldn’t fall asleep, she tossed and turned from side to side, scolding herself for a stupid trick in the car: “Damn! It was...