Vladimir Nabokov. El Navaja
"We're absolutely alone, comrade. Understand? One little slip of the razor, and right away there will be a good deal of blood. Here is where the carotid throbs. So there will a good deal, even a great deal of blood. But first I want your face decently shaved, and, besides, I have something to recount to you."
Cautiously, with two fingers, Ivanov lifted the fleshy tip of the man's nose and, with the same tenderness, began shaving above the upper lip.
"The point, comrade, is that I remember everything. I remember perfectly, and I want you to remember too...." And, in a soft voice, Ivanov began his account, as he unhurriedly shaved the r