Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Mr. Voldemar, perhaps we could move to a private room? I'm afraid I might get beaten up in the common hall, and if that happens, I won't be able to let it go. Chaos, turmoil, madness – women's fights in a bathhouse are a terrible thing, I'm telling you.

- Do you have some kind of zoo in your slums? Can't you control yourselves at all? The slightest thing, and it's immediately "chaos, turmoil, madness"? If I started a fight at the slightest provocation, there wouldn't be any slums left. Everything would be lying in ashes...
- And you, can you also conjure up storms and chaos?
- And why would I need to "get beaten up"? You're supposed to be respected among the outcasts. You said so yourself...