“...The traffic at the intersection became more and more intense every minute. Along the central, high-speed lane, herds of young animals were galloping towards the university buildings, crushed stone flying in splashes from under their hooves. Ness involuntarily looked at the neat, well-groomed women, dressed in fitted blouses and flirty blankets. On piebald and brown-haired women, black and tan brunettes, nighty and roan blondes. He turned his gaze to the second stripe from the center. Older and more thoroughgoing people rushed along it to serve. Postmen, shopkeepers, foragers, messengers, newsboys, office and stock clerks. “Good dew, Chevalier Ness,” greeted Chiron, the owner of the establishment on Eskadronnaya, as he walked, where law enforcement officers gathered in the evenings to drink a drink or two before galloping home..."