Book: Russian Canary. The prodigal son

She was the wife of the scout and knew, with whom deals. Simple as the ax head, blackmail is always more effective any fucking diplomacy.

... Sudden death is always gorosave and kicks even indifferent people the words of sympathy and regret.

No, don't save the mantra, when it's quiet smolder own heel.

There is nothing tasnee Protocol the truth. And truth has many costumes and many faces. she is ver-ry equipped with a dressing room! <...>
- Don't understand! I, on the contrary, from every moment of your life you want to extract the kernel of truth, at least the seed. But the truth naked, without clothes, without makeup. Managed to extract a grain of truth - then it stayed forever, this moment. And failed - well, then... all for nothing.
- What is nothing?
Then he went out, a moment of life quietly, she explained. Gone, vanished... Because you cannot play it, like some kind of Opera productions. Life does not tolerate doubles.

... Clasped his hands on the table, Dole suggested that there is supposedly such a noble concept of "revenge".
- Noble?! she asked.
Yes. Noble, whatever anyone said. Because it implies that a considerable force of the feelings, heavy losses and continued suffering of the offended. You know what I mean?
- Trying to...
That's it... by the Way, sounds great in all languages and among all peoples, and I especially like the Russian - honed sharp word, knuckle sandwich, "revenge!".

Intelligence - it is boring: analysis of the situation and facts, coupled with the bloody experience of others.

... How'd I get to like you? Not to fall in love; I vtyuritsya in the beautiful face, spit again. But no: so unbearably in love - like an abscess in the heart, and it is impossible to live when you take the hand...

Day by day grew up between them a wall, which was built both with each careful word, every evasive look, this wall became higher and higher and sooner or later it would have obscured them from each other.