Kirill Ivancov: Well, I made a beautiful offer to my wife! Dinner in the mountains, flowers, a romantic ring with diamonds...

Watson: You are a fool!

Kirill Ivancov: Why not?

Vasya Pohrenov: I made my offer cheap and no less angry! When she sits in her bed on a warm winter evening, I hear the end coming louder and all that, I stop sharply and say: - Marry me! She cried out, “Damn, just don’t stop!”