In the forest a few miles from the Inn at Mokroye is a gypsy camp, set up on the outskirts of a neglected estate. The gypsies live mostly in a couple of decrepit outbuildings and a few tents. Usually at this time of the morning, the gypsies are sleeping, tired from entertaining at parties the night before. But on this morning, the camp is buzzing with news of the terrible fate of Dmitri Karamazov. Four gypsy women sit gossiping at the fire as they brew some strong tea.