“We met in his car. He looked even more like a carp, only now like an unshaven carp. The pupils in his transparent eyes, the color of a forest pond, also froze in the algae of his eyelashes and floated past me, just like a year ago. He changed his Infinity to a Mercedes, a short fox fur coat into a sheepskin coat, grew sideburns and curls and grew stubble, and the forest pond of his eyes became colder and deeper...”