would like, vodka, vodka, i blinked, but this one got it wrong, he’ll die, he’ll die, “neither the menshikovservant, petrovich, bull, bull, bull, bull, rests against the horns and presses, presses, presses, until through and through he’ll screw it up, he’s always having betrayals , then conspiracies, okay, about the dead, it’s either good or nothing, god, forgive me, a sinner, apparently alexey petrovich lost his mind at the end of his life, he always imagined himself as a mason, but what does that mean? well, why? sneak up? i didn’t sneak up, you were just very keen on drawing, we didn’t notice how i came in, well, next time you come in louder, so what the hell is this? “this is not a figure , an all-seeing eye, a sign, a symbol of great power, a great architect, who is this architect, god? i myself still don’t really know, the count promised to tell me everything tomorrow, i am in danger, what danger, no.” i can’t to tell you this, it’s a state secret. well, if you can’t talk, don’t talk, no, i’ll tell you, you can, just swear by the gray eye of the great architect, i swear, in shisselburg,