Krylin

An actual state councillor (действительный статский советник) past sixty, with a wide mouth, gray side-whiskers, and a face like a lynx's, who calls on Anna Akimovna at Christmas as he did the year before, citing his respect for her late father and uncle. He eats steadily and speaks in slow, single-note pronouncements praising her family's "high qualities of soul." Anna Akimovna, uncertain what charitable post he actually holds, presses three hundred rubles on him at parting, which he accepts with a dry request for a receipt after the New Year.