Formula of love (№ 53559)

It is the fate, leshenka. Will suffer. The suffering of the soul is perfected. Papa says that some joy to eat unworthily...
- Yes, damn it to hell, your daddy with his advice! Without you I have no reason to live! Give me your gun, count!
- No! No, Earl, you're not! No! If you die, then I will not have! I heart stop, I count taught.