How unfair fate is! Here is a man who lives peacefully, without hurting a fly. He invented a machine gun for the army, a revolver and a machine gun. A peaceful, respectable occupation. No, the demons are up in arms, sharpening their teeth with a rasp. I had to run away from Paris, and in Russia they surrounded me like a wolf on the hunt. Well, if so, don’t be offended, gentlemen! Magic and bullets will come into play...