‘Well, how are they going to find you missing?’ Koroviev soothed him, and some papers and ledgers turned up in his hands. ‘By your medical records?’ ‘Yes . . .’ Koroviev flung the medical records into the fireplace. ‘No papers, no person,’ Koroviev said with satisfaction. ‘And this is your landlord’s house register?’
Ironic he restores the manuscript but burns the records of the psychiatric hospital
