"Koyashkay"

But he did not have time to utter these words, as the entire hall burst into shouts of indignation. Nikanor Ivanovich was confused and silent. “As far as I understand you,” the presenter said, “you wanted to swear to God that you had no currency?” - and he sympathetically looked at Nikanor Ivanovich. “Yes, no,” answered Nikanor Ivanovich. “So,” said the artist, “but sorry for the indiscretion: where did the four hundred dollars found in the restroom of that apartment come from, the only inhabitant of which are you and your spouse?” - Magic! - clearly ironically said someone in a dark room. “Yes, magic ones,” Nikanor Ivanovich answered timidly at an indefinite address, either to the artist, or to the dark room, and explained: “Unclean force, the checkered translator threw up.” And again the hall roared indignantly. When silence arrived, the artist said: