Petunikoff was silent for a moment, then looked at him, and suddenly asked, coldly and drily, "And why do you wish to do so?" Vaviloff did not expect such a question, and therefore had no reply ready. In his opinion the question was quite unworthy of any attention, and so he laughed at young Petunikoff. "That is easy to understand. Men like to live peacefully with one another." "But," interrupted Petunikoff, "that is not exactly the reason why. As far as I can see, you do not distinctly understand why you wish to be reconciled to us ... I will tell you." The soldier was a little surprised. This youngster, dressed in a check suit, in which he looked ridiculous, spoke as if he were Colonel Rakshin, who used to knock three of the unfortunate soldier's teeth out every time he was angry. "You want to be friends with us because we should be such useful neighbours to you ... because there will be not less than a hundred and fifty workmen in our factory, and in course of time even more. If a hundred men come and drink one glass at your place, after receiving their weekly wages, that means that you will sell every month four hundred glasses more than you sell at present. This is, of course, the lowest estimate ... and then you have the eating-house besides. You are not a fool, and you can understand for yourself what profitable neighbours we shall be." "That is true," Vaviloff nodded, "I knew that before." "Well, what then?" asked the merchant, loudly. "Nothing ... Let us be friends!" "It is nice to see that you have decided so quickly. Look here, I have already prepared a notification to the court of the withdrawal of the summons against my father. Here it is; read it, and sign it." Vaviloff looked at his companion with his round eyes and shivered, as if experiencing an unpleasant sensation. "Pardon me ... sign it? And why?" "There is no difficulty about it ... write your Christian name and surname and nothing more," explained Petunikoff, pointing obligingly with his finger to the place for the signature. "Oh! It is not that ... I was alluding to the compensation I was to get for my ground." "But then this ground is of no use to you," said Petunikoff, calmly. "But it is mine!" exclaimed the soldier. "Of course, and how much do you want for it?" "Well, say the amount stated in the document," said Vaviloff, boldly. "Six hundred!" and Petunikoff smiled softly. "You are a funny fellow!" "The law is on my side... I can even demand two thousand. I can insist on your pulling down the building ... and enforce it too. That is why my claim is so small. I demand that you should pull it down!"