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The Bureau of Foreigners had never heard of any magician named Woland or Faland.
Karpov, the messenger boy, reported that he thought that the magician had been staving at Likhodeyev's apartment. Naturally they went there right away. And no magician was to be found. Nor was Likhodeyev. Grunya the maid wasn't there either, and no one knew where she had gone. Missing too was the chairman of the house committee, Nikanor Ivanovich, and Prolezhnyov! Something utterly unimaginable had occurred: the entire administrative staff of the theater had disappeared. A strange and scandalous performance had taken place yesterday, but who had staged it and at whose instigation was not known. And meanwhile, it was getting on toward noon, the time when the box office was supposed to open. Under the circumstances, however, that was out of the question! A huge piece of cardboard was hung on the doors of the theater, saying, " Today's performance cancelled." There was a commotion, starting at the head of the line, but once it was over, the line nevertheless began to break up, and in an hour there was no trace of it left on Sadovaya Street. The team of investigators left to continue their work elsewhere, the theater staff was dismissed, except An Ufuemng Day 157 For the watchmen, and the doors of the Variety were locked. The bookkeeper Vasily Stepanovich still had two things to do right away: first, go to the Entertainment Commission to report on yesterday's events, and second, visit the commission's finance office to turn over the proceeds from yesterday's performance—21, 711 rubles. The meticulous and efficient Vasily Stepanovich wrapped the money in a newspaper, tied it with twine, put it in his briefcase, and, knowing the procedure well, set off for the taxi stand, rather than the bus or trolley stop. As soon as the drivers of three separate cabs spotted the prospective passenger heading toward them with a bulging briefcase, they all took off from under his nose, looking back at him, for some reason, with loathing. Dumbfounded, the bookkeeper stood stock-still for some time, trying to figure out what it all meant. A few minutes passed and an empty cab pulled up, but as soon as the driver took a look at the passenger, he made a face. " Are you free? " asked Vasily Stepanovich, coughing with surprise. " Show me your money, " the cabbie replied angrily, without looking at him. Becoming more and more dumbfounded, the bookkeeper pressed the precious briefcase under his arm, removed a ten-ruble bill from his wallet, and showed it to the driver. " I won't take you, " was his curt reply. " I beg your pardon..." began the bookkeeper, but the cabbie interrupted him, " Do you have any threes? "
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