“His nosed profile protruded from the window of the Beer-Water tent so much that it seemed that a gust of wind would turn the Beer-Water “backwards towards the forest.” An insolent look, a nose, eyelashes, a nose, black curls, a nose and an infuriating “tsk-tsk-tsk” addressed to me every time I passed by. I passed by twice a week and one day I decided to shut up this Caucasian source of irritation that was spoiling my Moscow health...”