I read Bulgakov's Master and Margarita:...And then the swollen air was thickened in front of him, and a transparent citizen of a strange appearance was woven out of that air. On a small head, a Jokey kartuzik, a weaved turquoise air jacket... A citizen of the height of the seedling, but in his shoulders narrow, thin is incredible, and the face, please note, glamorous.... - and I understand - Pavel will is immortal.