A BLAZE

One cold day a group of people entered the building and sat down at a small round table near the stove and ordered coffee. Victor sprawled in his chair, patting his little brown dog Bobo and looking, half laughingly, at Max. "I want my coffee, and I want to put my feet into my pocket—they're like stones... Nothing to eat, thanks—the cake is like underdone india-rubber here." He also ordered a cigarette. During the chat they started to argue. What happened next?