CHAPTER 9 - Koroviev’s Stunts
After the commission led by Zheldybin seals Mikhail Berlioz’s manuscripts in apartment 50, chairman Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoy of the tenants’ association at 302‑bis on Sadovaya Street is bombarded with thirty‑two frantic declarations about the vacant rooms. Overwhelmed, he flees the house, returns, forces his way into the sealed study and finds a skinny, checkered‑trouser citizen with a jockey’s cap – the same mysterious figure seen earlier. The man introduces himself loudly as “Koroviez” and claims to be an interpreter for a foreign artist, Mr Woland, who has been invited by director Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev to stay in the apartment during his performances. Koroviez produces Likhodeev’s forgotten letter, convinces Nikanor that renting the three rooms to Woland for a week is profitable, and promises a hefty daily rent. Despite Nikanor’s scepticism about foreigners living in private flats, Koroviez pressures him, offers to show the cat, and finally secures Nikanor’s agreement.
Koroviez draws up two copies of a contract, obtains Woland’s signature, and extracts a payment of three‑thousand‑five‑hundred roubles for the week, handing the cash in five stacks while making whimsical remarks. He also issues theatre passes for Nikanor and his wife Pelageya Antonovna and hands over Woland’s passport for temporary registration. While Nikanor wonders how Koroviez entered the sealed study, a low voice from the bedroom accuses him of being a crook, which Koroviez silences.
Later, a tenant named Timofei Kvastsov calls an unknown bureau, reporting that Nikanor has hidden four‑hundred dollars in the ventilation of his privy and begging secrecy. Nikanor, believing the money belongs to him, wraps the cash in newspaper and hides it in the ventilation duct. Shortly after, he drinks vodka, eats pickled herring, and is interrupted by a doorbell. Two pale citizens, followed by Pelageya, enter the dining room demanding papers. A confused exchange ensues, during which Nikanor discovers the wad he received is not roubles but strange bluish‑green money with an old portrait. In panic he opens his briefcase, finds only a folding ruler, and the cash, contract, passport and theatre passes have vanished. He cries out for help, accusing “unclean powers” in the house, while his wife urges repentance. The scene ends with Nikanor staggering out of the building, muttering, as other tenants watch his drunken, bewildered departure.