Andrey's nights were always dead silent and shadowy, but tonight, the light cast those lurking demonic shadows onto the barren ground, and the wails from beneath the gravestones turned the night's dampness into frost fog.
Like ghouls returning to their crypts after a revel, one by one, roaming specters moved to their predetermined positions.
"Excuse me, this is my seat."
"What are you babbling about, does this seat have your name on it?"
"No, but I like this patterned purple tablecloth, and I must sit here."
"What a coincidence, I happen to like it too, so I'm sitting here!"
The two quarreling figures stared at each other, their uncompromising attitudes making it seem as if the dispute would never end.
But, contrary to expectations, they soon found a mutually acceptable solution.
