Character: Eliza Savetovna

In the waiting room Zimin no fuss was not. As always there was silence, peace, order, and habitually well-groomed, not to say the sleek Eliza Savetovna.
- Nikiforov - as always in her voice there were signs of dissatisfaction and not-so-gentle irony, You're just like a Guidon from the tale of the poet Pushkin.
- I mean - handsome, young and rich?
- In a sense - just that, and you have a fly here, to raise my self-esteem referent Zimin, - came and began to buzz.