The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

And so, the unknown man shook his finger at Ivan and whispered: ‘Shhh!.'

Ivan lowered his legs from the bed and peered. Cautiously looking into the room from the balcony was a clean-shaven, dark-haired man of approximately thirty-eight, with a sharp nose, anxious eyes, and a wisp of hair hanging down on his forehead.