Bought this at an under-the-train-tracks open air book stall in Nervi, Italy.

"Nothing has happened yet, he thought again and again. I still have thirty hours left His hunger repelled him. He really didn't want to eat anything ever again. But that vexatious feeling had to be removed, so he ordered breakfast, even though the idea of meeting a waiter now was disagreeable.As he mechanically stuffed croissants down himself and drank cup after cup of coffee, it slowly dawned on him that there was one additional possibility he hadn't thought of in the course of the previous night. He could stage a car accident in which he killed himself and dragged Leskov to his death as well."

passed this along to Alexandra.