The next morning, Samarin arrived at work late. His appearance was, frankly, not very good: exhausted, rumpled, unshaven.

- Good morning, Denis Alexandrovich! - the secretary greeted him cheerfully as always, but noticing his appearance and worried expression, she broke off:

- Oh, did something happen to you?

- Yes ... that is, no ... that is, it does not matter ... Alla, do you know where Margarita Nikolaevna is?

- Why don't I know? I know very well - in my office. And by the way, she was looking for you...

Are you sure she's there? Have you seen her in person?

- Yes... Are you really all right?...