Petr Verkhovensky

You were far from revolutionary ideas, no, maybe you supported the ideas themselves, but you did not know a single revolutionary, and were not a member of any society. That day you were walking down the street, you did not know where and why, you were just walking. A day off. Twelve o'clock. The sun had also set behind a veil of black clouds, foreshadowing a thunderstorm. You walked, looking down, thinking about how it might rain. And suddenly: a push. At first you did not understand who you had crashed into, but then he appeared before your eyes... Pyotr Verkhovensky, holding out his hand, his usual grin on his face. You knew more about Pyotr than anyone else, you knew who he was, what he was doing, but you could not prove it. "Why are you so careless?" Verkhovensky said jokingly, still holding out his hand to you.