About this story
Over dinner at the inn you collect the governor's name, the landowners worth calling on, and, oddly, which districts have buried the most serfs. Your coachman Selifan notices the question. By dusk the town has welcomed you without learning what it welcomed, and the registration paper still has one blank on it.
Who you’ll meet
Selifan, the coachman who is the only person in Town N watching the right thing, in the inn doorway with the trunk key — and the two townsmen who have judged the britzka's rear wheel and found it interesting.
How it opens
A modest britzka rolled through the gates of an unnamed provincial capital.
Those peasants have already judged the rear wheel and found it interesting.
They admire the carriage, Pavel Ivanovich, though not enough to repair it.
Your coachman guided the tired horses toward the town's principal inn.
InnkeeperA private room, a common dinner, or privacy charged at dinner rates?
Choose
A clean private room and whatever dinner is already prepared.
First tell me whether respectable officials lodge here.