VASSILISA. I’m her sister—let go . . .
KOSTILYOFF. What right have you . . . ?
VASSILISA. Jail-bird!
SATINE. Call Vaska—quickly! Zob—hit him!
[A police whistle. The Tartar runs in, his right hand in a sling.]
THE TARTAR. There’s a new law for you—kill only in daytime!
[Enter Zob, followed by Miedviedieff.]
ZOB. I handed him a good one!
MIEDVIEDIEFF. You—how dare you fight?
THE TARTAR. What about yourself? What’s your duty?