“Dear Felix, you say that you do not expect an answer to your letter. I want to answer it all the same … All that remains for me is the memory of our friendship. Why ? Because we approach the same problems with looks so different that they can only break any friendship. Of course, you understand perfectly what I mean. I’m talking about the assassination of Rasp. (Gregory Rasputin) This event will always remain for me as a dark spot on my consciousness. I never talk about it. Why ? Because I consider that a murder is a murder and will always remain … But your desire to make me sing with this murder leads me unfortunately to the conclusion that you know no limits … I know my dear Felix that my words are displeasing to you, but it is better to be perfectly frank in our answers … You say that you have thought a lot about me. You say you love me, and I also thought of you and I loved you. But an abyss separates us from now on … ”