Vulich's pistol wager and the drunken Cossack
In a Cossack village, the Serbian officer Vulich accepts Pechorin's bet of twenty gold pieces that there is no predestination: he takes a random pistol from the wall, puts it to his forehead, and pulls the trigger, and it misfires, but when he fires again at a cap on the wall the ball goes through it. Pechorin had told him he saw 'death on his face', and that same night Vulich is cut down by a drunken Cossack's saber in the street, gasping 'He was right.' Pechorin then deliberately tests his own fate by breaking in through a window to seize the barricaded killer, and the Cossack's shot passes his ear.