“... “You sell artificial flowers and perfumes,” I laughed. “Why?” – he was surprised. “Because I’m not interested in what you’re doing here,” I snorted. – Surely your business is illegal, otherwise you would turn to the police for help. But you preferred a private agency, which means you have a big head... It’s good that I gave this whole phrase in French, which my dear Larchik doesn’t understand! Otherwise his indignation would have exceeded the acceptable scale and there would have been nothing left of me! But my interlocutor was only slightly surprised by my phrase - he raised his eyebrows, and amused, because he suddenly burst out laughing. “Don’t put your finger in your mouth,” he said when he calmed down. - And this is good. My Ethel is the same. Although I don’t do anything reprehensible.” “Well, who knows,” I grinned. The foreigner began to amuse me. Such half-childish, naive impudence! - So what's up with you and Ethel? Only if she was getting ready to get married, changed her mind, and you were already so tense that you couldn’t back down and decided to push me into the unfortunate groom, I don’t agree! “If only it were like that,” he threw up his hands. - But alas! Everything is much worse and worse!...”