Nakhodka--yes, you, MR.

Nakhodka--who those scoundrels are who distribute criminal proclamations and books in the factory, eh ?" The Little Russian swayed his body, and with a broad smile on his face was about to say something, when the irritating voice of Nikolay again rang out: "This is the first time we have seen scoundrels here!" Silence ensued.

There was a moment of breathless suspense.

The scar on the mother's face whitened, and her right eyebrow traveled upward.
Rybin's black beard quivered strangely.

He dropped his eyes, and slowly scratched one hand with the other.
"Take this dog out of here!" said the officer.
Two gendarmes seized Nikolay under the arm and rudely pulled him into the kitchen.