When Artiom sat down, the rumpled man immediately got up and his face was so angry as though he was planning on immediately throwing out his guest, which of course seemed comical when combined with his concave ribcage and his long arms, which were little more than thin bones.
“Well, look,” said Artiom, smiling and extending the document.
He took it in his hands.
“Your name is Artiom?” He asked. “Goriainov?”
“Yes. And you?”
“We are called Osip,” answered the rumpled man in extreme disapproval and, waving about the paper, firmly announced, “This is a mistake! You must immediately go and figure it out. To tell them that this announcement has no validity in reality!”
“Why don’t you … give me that aforementioned document?” Artiom asked gently, because Osip was waving his arms around a lit
