A pistol? Oh, my God! Is it really a pistol!? Why pistol? What for?“ I will help you to win!” The man in a trench coat aimed his weapon at me. Even in this pitch darkness I saw his wide offensive smile, felt his glare, directed on me. This glare was full of folly and wild happiness. I didn`t understand what I had done and felt my heart was going to jump out of the chest. My body started trembling and tears poured from my eyes treacherously.
“Why am I standing here? Here, in the horrible dark forest? Next to the madman? Am I also mad to come here at night with this stranger?”
"Why aren`t you happy?” – his question seemed very strange to me. “What?’- I asked him with a constrained voice. I quite lost consciousness.
“You must be happy, you must be thankful to me for your victory. Do you hear me? Your great victory!”
He became furious more and more. I had a feeling he suddenly started to hate me.