“They have already begun to celebrate behind the wall. There was a smell of fried chicken, the clinking of dishes, the good-natured hum of men's voices, and women's laughter. Fortunately, it was impossible to make out the words, but from time to time Sokolov heard quite clearly: “Well, to women, or something!” Then they drank to love. And again for women. And again for love. Each toast was accompanied by the muffled sound of chairs being pushed back - one got the feeling that a whole hussar regiment was feasting at Svetka’s neighbor...”