Game: This is the Police

- But sometimes, in the most desperate moments, I become completely addicted to pills and the fact that I still have not killed myself or anyone else is pure luck. But more than once or twice I was close to this. But more than once or twice I was close to this. I made decisions that affected the lives of dozens of people while high. When I am overloaded with work, I simply need pills, this is my problem. This is my weakness. But I always understood that if I publicly admit my weakness, if I talk about my problem publicly, if I go to rehab, if I retire for a while, they will take advantage of this and get rid of me forever.

My protracted retirement has quietly turned into a circus performance. Fortunately, I can swallow a sword and jump through burning hoops. They'll love it.

Patience. The ability to wait for the right moment. Here you look at a deer - and you understand that it is yours. You know you deserve it. You have even decided what dishes his meat will go to and where you will attach the horns. But to get a deer, you have to wait. Sit in the bushes and make no noise.

You can call drunk, it's even more fun. I'll probably be high anyway. Hell, I'm stoned right now! It's so hard in your city not to be stoned!

Although I assure you, Jack, if I were sitting in front of you right now, you would have no problem recognizing me, as if I were a member of your family.

It seemed that one or two more corruption schemes - and a demonic light would follow on his heels.

Even confession has to be paid.

No matter how skillfully your tongue lies, when you are asked a question, an honest answer instantly springs up in your head. It helps me remember who I am.

Out of nowhere, he broke all the rules specified in the gangster environment. Kill who cannot be killed, traded what can't be traded and plundered those who can not Rob. It was described as a buffoon, and as crazy and as criminal genius, and as empty-headed upstart. If it was someone from the old crime bosses, it would have long ago cut into pieces and thrown into the river. But in his impetuous arrogance, something disarming. While the city decided what to do with him, he had already burnt the house of another elderly gangster.

The chain is sturdy enough as its weakest link.

Hello, this is Troy Starr?
- Yes
- Go to [...], Troy Starr!

Around us, the elderly, remains not very many friends.