Peter: Why the hell didn’t you stay hidden, as I had ordered you to?
Fedka: Don’t talk that way to me, you little sneak. I didn’t want to compromise Mr. Kirilov, who is an educated man.
Peter: Do you or don’t you want a passport and money.
Fedka: You are a louse. That’s what I think you are. You promised me money in the name of Mr. Stavrogin to shed innocent blood. I know now that Mr. Stavrogin was not informed. So that the real murderer is neither me nor Mr. Stavrogin: it’s you.
Peter: You wretch, I’ll hand you over to the police at once! (He takes out his revolver. Quicker than he, Fedka strikes him repeatedly. Fedka runs away.) I’ll find you at the other end of the world. I’ll crush you. And Kirilov…!
[ Blackout ]