“Tomorrow evening I shall take him for a walk,” said Razumihin. “We are going to the Yusupov garden and then to the Palais de Cristal .”

“I would not disturb him tomorrow at all, but I don’t know⁠ ⁠… a little, maybe⁠ ⁠… but we’ll see.”

“Ach, what a nuisance! I’ve got a housewarming party tonight; it’s only a step from here. Couldn’t he come? He could lie on the sofa. You are coming?” Razumihin said to Zossimov. “Don’t forget, you promised.”

“All right, only rather later. What are you going to do?”

“Oh, nothing⁠—tea, vodka, herrings. There will be a pie⁠ ⁠… just our friends.”

“And who?”