"A group of women around a shattered man. I said with a smile: Let's call him Qais, Laila's mad lover. The termperature sank abruptly. Never in my life did I see eyes like those with trailing dresses. The moment I left him they had, of course, to come after me. And there they waited for me, one after the other. I was in a rural city, a strange place on the banks of a river. And even without my smiling, the shattered man had tired me. It was in the old house that our meeting took place, and my jokes turned into blood. I killed them with classic boredom."