Character: Makar

He doesn't like being called a dog. Eat my friend.

- Ni-Ko-Lai Le-s-Cove - almost by syllables read it. - What? Nikolai Leskov is dead or alive?
'Dead,' said Dan.
- In the year of the curve!
In the voice of Makar through endless surprise. The man died, and someone books it reads kind of like talking with him. In case! Just some summoning of spirits.

- You made me!
- We can't force them! I helped you, but the decision you took yourself. ...
- Any decision I did not take! You yelled at me!
- Many oral. It solves little.

- You owe me something, ' she said, holding out his hand. ...
- What's the magic word?
- Fast!
Sort of magic word Makar did not know.
- And more!
- For good!

- ... You decide! Do you deny the bees, I take it, then leave, and that our communication ends.
Yes...
- Yes? Do you agree?
- Fuck you! - finish Makar.

- Won't you just lose?
- I'm not afraid of anything. The only way to win.

- You will sit in the shell? And will flee from any relationship that, God forbid, will touch your sensitive heart? Huh? Going to pretend to oneself that one does not like?
- I feel lighter. <...> The way to live.
She thought, nodded.
- Was adopted.