And here it struck me. What if I was brought into his body? Here is lucky, so lucky! Poems, maps, parties, balls, women, Natalie's angel! Love! Duel?! No, perhaps not very lucky. I did not want to die from a bullet of a European tolerast. However, so that there is no fatal duel on the Black River, I will have to quietly crush this bastard Dantes in some back street. I grunted it on the crown with a brush, and the whole was short-lived. And put the flying chisel-bearer into the hole. Even Grigory Efimovich Rasputin could not hold out for a long time under water.