Pandeomonium

Well, that’s spilled oil over the tracks

Four panels. A bespectacled man in a grey suit, Berlioz, lunges for the switch lever as Annushka passes with her shopping and a bottle of sunflower oil. The bottle lies broken, oil spreading over the cobbles. He slips in the oil and falls toward the tracks as the tram comes. Woland, in a beret, beside Kant: "I told you, professor, that time at breakfast..."

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