They didn’t see Tolya ever again.
‘We are idiots!,’ raged Viktor ‘We are idiots! There are fifty people in the house, the door is ajar and we make jokes! That psycho was too little for us that he opened the gas! It would have been possible, it seems, to think who to let into the flat! Well Vitya,’ Alya lit one from the other, her fingers were completely yellow from nicotine. ‘Agree that he is here from 1950 something, which, by the way? Does anyone remember? There! He is with us from fifty something and we don’t have either his address or his place of work, nothing! We don’t know anything, we don’t remember anything! The likes of you’re not of this world. We composed a parody of ‘questions of language-knowledge’ and fifty people appeared at New Year and everyone read it, Vit, we wrote a p
