Trying to forget my arachnophobia, I went down into the dark depths of M.'s cellar. For some reason he was very insistent that I check it out. I came across a huge jug of the sweet nectar—vişinată. So the scoundrel  was lying! Why did he want me to come down here? I began to get nervous. Perhaps Fortunato would chain me to the wall and proceed to build a wall around me. I would meet a fate similar to Manole's Ana and Craiova would become my final resting place. Quickly I fled the cellar before M. could get any ideas.