“On that spring morning, Andrei Petrovich appeared in his workshop, frankly speaking, not very fresh. Either from a night filming, or from a business trip, or... However, we won’t guess. The main thing is that he appeared. He opened the door to the terrace, shooed the insolent pigeons out of it and cursed them for messing everything up here again, the bastards. I turned on the answering machine..."