Leo Tolstoy

“ The inspector’s assistant was a light-haired young officer with dyed mustache, who spread around him the odor of perfume.
“Follow me, please.” He turned to Nekhludoff with a pleasant smile. “Does our institution interest you?”
“Yes. And I am also interested in that man who, I was told, is innocent.” The assistant shrugged his shoulders.
“Yes, that may be,” he said calmly, courteously admitting the guest into the ill-smelling corridor. “But they also lie often. Walk in, please.”
The doors of the cells were open, and some prisoners stood in the corridor. ”

“ But in a small apartment it is hard, you know,” the inspector continued the conversation without paying any attention to the prisoners, and dragging his tired legs passed into the meeting-room, followed by Nekhludoff. ”