"Oh, what. You were the one who put this on and now that you don't like that I'm right, you're going to shut it off?" Freddie sat on the couch on the opposite end from Sergievsky. "You can leave if you want to be a coward. I'm going to stay until the end. If this is really showing what happened...I have something to find out."

He needed to know whether Anatoly had taken his advice. He was still trying not to wonder why Sergievsky thought of things differently. Was this why? Was it all some kind of...musical? He still couldn't sing.

No. Not possible.

"Oh, look. Molokov."