Character: Lucien

I love you! I love immensely, firmly, tenderly, I love forever, hopelessly! My dreams are living embodiment, you are my temptation, my bliss and torment.

- What are you unhappy again? This type is killed a COP and you want me showered him with gifts?
- Not the fact that he killed, but whatever it was, you could do their job without bending the stick.
- Roger, you're starting to bore me. You're not the boss of me! These types of is worms, and they should push. If that COP was your father or brother, you would say differently.
You think so?
- No doubt. You're not a professional.
I'll tell you a story, Lucien. I never tell you. Imagine, I had a brother I loved very much. In the 44th, the men of the Gestapo grabbed him on the street Lauriston. I don't know if you know what I'm talking about. They "gave" him "gifts" in your style, that he died.
- Don't mix.
- I joined the police for. When I received the badge, I knew that I could be killed, but I also understand that if I'm a COP, it does not mean that I can do anything! The one who resorts to such methods falls even below those he finds worms.

- Don't try to find me again, ' I said with the same stiffness.
He'll never stop looking for you; never cease until you return home.

Did I? Oblivion is the insensitivity, it's the stupidity of the body and soul, did I, that every time you fall in love without looking back?

... I was extremely happy. Incredibly, however, not absolutely, because for me the joy does not exist without sadness from the sense of its ephemeral nature, and every happiness carries within itself the grain of its end.

- I'm picking all the fresh flowers.
- You're not very picky, right?