Character: Anatoly Efremovich Novoseltsev. Page 1

Our statistic beauties finished getting ready and plunged into the sweet, magical, poetic world summaries of figures, reports, plans and cost estimates.

I live only on my salary, that is, from payday to payday.

The salary from her secretarial and taulety entirely overseas. How she manages it is a mystery.

Your home may be weak walls
Let the road leads into the darkness
No sadder infidelity,
What a betrayal of yourself.

- But this does not mean that I'm ready to marry you like that without rhyme or reason, hasty...
Wait. Sorry, I don't understand. I do not think. You refuse me?
- No... Yes!
- Do you agree?
- Oh... I don't know.

- What, you think I can't give flowers?
- It is possible! You can. Just for this you need some the thing? Birthday, or there is a... the Eighth of March.

- I commend your ingenuity.
- What? I didn't invent anything...
- Do not be shy. How? To go after me to get a job - isn't that a brilliant idea?

- Find a more decent, more honest, who doesn't lie.
You also, apparently, hoped to find another Director...
- Of course!
And younger, and prettier, isn't it?

- I will not go.
- Release.
- You're irreplaceable.
- An indispensable, as we know, no.

You dropped my glasses - this time, you bruised me - that's two. All patience is exhausted, take a risk.

Please! You will mutilate a valuable employee! The country will be left without staff!

- If you are the Director, you think everyone can afford?! Destroy! Stomp!
- You - Yes.
- To beat, right?
And it's not enough.

- What a kind, sensitive, sincere person...
- Stop it, finally, to make fun of me.
- Tell me, please! What swell!

You know, Bublikov died... and then he died...