When wearing a bathrobe, I began to stir in a bucket of blue paint for window frames, door opened, and the Count entered. He took off his boots, was without a jacket, without neckerchief, shirt sleeves rolled up. Swarthy neck, golden hair to bare hands, light, some ferocious pace - of the total radiated power, confidence. It was hard not to succumb to the charm of this man. I made an effort to hide the excitement gripped me. Thank God, it was short-lived. He saves slowly looked around the room - fresh paint on the stucco ceiling, on one of the window frames on the fireplace wall. Finally his gaze settled on me.