The master of the establishment agreed to guide us to the Seybi River for ten thousand roubles in Soviet notes.

Our horses were tired and we were forced to give them a rest, so we decided to spend twenty-four hours here.
We were drinking tea when the daughter of our host cried: "The Soyots are coming!" Into the room with their rifles and pointed hats came suddenly four of them.
"Mende," they grunted to us and then, without ceremony, began examining us critically.

Not a button or a seam in our entire outfit escaped their penetrating gaze.

Afterwards one of them, who appeared to be the local "Merin" or governor, began to investigate our political views.

Listening to our criticisms of the Bolsheviki, he was evidently pleased and began talking freely.
"You are good people.