What an interesting week. Since the ball my group and I have been wreaking havoc on my good friend Pechorin. We held rowdy parties and spread wild rumors about him and his darling Princess Mary. Tonight at an officer’s drinking party we decided it was time to really teach this man a lesson. Not even so much in revenge for what he did with anymore; I never really wanted to marry her anyways as I said to the men “I’m not keen on getting married and I don’t believe in compromising a girl.” (121) The dragoon captain then came up with a brilliant scheme to get rid of the coward. “He’ll take him up on some trifle and challenge him to a duel. Just a minute – this is the whole point… He’ll challenge him fine. Challenge preparations, conditions - all very solemn and awesome, I’ll see to that. I’ll be your second my poor friend. All right. Only here’s the catch – we won’t put bullets in the pistols. I guarantee Pechorin will funk it. Damn it, I’ll fix the duel at six paces. Are you with me?”(122) Everyone seemed to agree with the captain’s scheme all that was left was for me to agree. “Very well, I agree,” (122) I said and our devious plan was put into motion.
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