Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"No, you listen to me," Anton Petrovich exclaimed with anguish in his voice. "You just listen! Let us not drink any more. This is serious, very serious."
Mityushin fixed him with his shiny blue eyes. "The game is canceled, Henry," he said, without looking at Gnushke. "This sounds serious."
"I intend to fight a duel," whispered Anton Petrovich, trying by mere optical force to hold back the table that kept floating away. "I wish to kill a certain person. His name is Berg—you may have met him at my place. I prefer not to explain my reasons...."
"You can explain everything to your secon