Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"I'm drunk, and Henry's drunk," muttered Mityushin, "but apparently something very serious has happened." He chewed on his knuck les and looked at Gnushke. "What do you think, Henry?" Gnushke sighed.
"Tomorrow you two will call on him," said Anton Petrovich. "Select the spot, and so on. He did not leave me his card. According to the rules he should have given me his card. I threw my glove at him."
"You are acting like a noble and courageous man," said Gnushke with growing animation. "By a strange coincidence, I am not unfamiliar with these matters. A cousin of mine was also killed in a duel