Magician

Last night, at a gathering of musicians, I saw a man with huge bright eyes, worn red skin, and a pointy chin. He looked like an engraving of a man from a different time. He asked me, in a strong accent, if I spoke Russian. I asked him if he was a magician. He kissed my hand and gave me his card and invited me to his house to drink vodka with him and his wife. This man had a hypnotist's face. I will stay home instead and write about his Russian blue eyes. I found his silver tobacco pipe tool under my shoe just as he left. Magic? But I gave it to the hostess for her to return.