“Felix!”
It was a charming smile. It would be impossible to suspect this person of evil intentions. Felix unhooked the chain.
They went through to the room.
“Let me have a look at you,” the guest said, and led him over to the window. You’re different in some way. You look see-through. A “man without qualities.” What happened to you? They were saying that you’d had some sort of accident…
“Maybe,” replied Felix. “I can’t remember anything.”
“Do you remember me?” suspicion passed over the eyes of the guest.
Felix cast down his eyes guiltily.
“I live underneath you,” the guest said cautiously. “I’m Pyotr Pavlovich. Well, Petropalych. Yes, it’s strange…”
“So you’re Osuzhdin,” Felix said expressionlessly.
“So you remembered!” the visitor beamed. “And do you remember that you suggested a
