He comes into my room and takes an icy look at the surroundings. It’s as if I’m not in his space. — Tomorrow we’re going to have dinner with the Kostrov family — he minces every word and unbuttons his jacket buttons. — I’m not going anywhere. If you want a scandal in a restaurant, I will provide it for you! - I challenge and turn to the window. - You will go to the restaurant and behave like a decent, kind girl, otherwise I will give an order to my people and tomorrow your Marat will be taken from the morgue to the cemetery.