Character: The Lieutenant Rzhev

- What to do?
What?
- I said, what do you want?
I say, the right to speak, not "che" and "that"!

Look, Lieutenant, not sagrajas. And then the war ends, and proclivities - will remain!

- Well, want to come with me, on the offensive in the Urals?
- Well, what Ural, Bonechka? You'd me even in Chechnya invited to the dance!

- So, boys, do not spoil my honeymoon!
- What is honeymoon? He's married!

I don't care that you're retired, in the face of Congress that himself with Alex to confuse you, okay?

Who so to marry a woman calling, huh? Where are the fireworks, where are the rose petals from the heavens, where the white coat, huh?

A drink for courage, shot, so as not to complex, a drink for voice...

Well, we kind of country is that? As soon as the order, immediately ready the hole...

Homeland is my weakness.

People - walkers. They walk the tightrope, and every moment threaten to break. The rope - their inner core. And when they break, the flight is not always brief, but always painful.