The cast-iron stove of the Moscow Police Department crackled, and Arthur's knuckles lightly tapped on the gold-embossed cover of the "Police Regulations."
Through the slats of the blinds, he could catch a glimpse of Herzen in the office, holding a book to pass the time, the Holy Image on his neck slightly shimmering in the morning light.
For a young man arrested for the first time, Herzen's performance was actually not bad; he neither lost his composure nor appeared overly excited.
The Police Chief noticed Arthur's gaze, turned his head to look at the office, and immediately smiled, saying, "You noticed him? That's the one. We just caught him yesterday. Fortunately, he's quite well-behaved. Otherwise, given his family background, he'd be really tough to deal with."
"Tough to deal with?" Arthur teased, "If he's tough to deal with, why did you arrest him? Isn't this inviting trouble for yourselves?"
