In my mind's eye I seem to see a Captain of Rural Police challenging you for being without a passport; whereupon you stake your all upon a single throw.

'To whom do you belong ?' asks the Captain, probably adding to his question a forcible expletive.

'To such and such a landowner,' stoutly you reply.
'And what are you doing here ?' continues the Captain.

'I have just received permission to go and earn my obrok,' is your fluent explanation.

'Then where is your passport ?' 'At Miestchanin [30] Pimenov's.' 'Pimenov's?
Then are you Pimenov himself ?' 'Yes, I am Pimenov himself.' 'He has given you his passport ?' 'No, he has not given me his passport.' 'Come, come!' shouts the Captain with another forcible expletive.