Character: Andrei Taganov

- I loathe your ideals.
Why?
Mainly for one reason - the main and eternal, no matter how much your party promises to accomplish, no matter what Paradise it plans to give to mankind. Whatever your other claims, there is one thing which you cannot avoid, one that turns your Paradise into the most unspeakable hell: your claim that man must live for the state.
- For what else should he live?
- You don't know? - her voice trembled suddenly in a passionate plea, which she was unable to hide. Do you know that the best of us is something to which no one outside hand should dare touch? Something sacred because, and only because you can say, "This is mine". You don't know that people live only for themselves, at least the best of them, those who deserve it? You don't know that we have something that should not touch any state, no team, no millions?
"No," he replied.
- Comrade Taganov, how much you still have to learn!

I never had to face life with too many things. People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. And you only need to look right and see the path and when you see it, now you don't need to sit and look at it got to go.

He looked at her with a weak smile and patted my hand like a child.
- Don't you know - he asked - that we can't sacrifice millions in the name of several people?
- And to sacrifice the few when those few - the best of the best? Choose the best right on top and you will remain the best. What is your weight, not the millions of stupid, cowering, indifferent souls who have no own thoughts, own dreams, their own desires, who eat, sleep, and helplessly repeat the words hammered into their brain the other? And for those you would sacrifice a few, who knows life, who is life itself? I'm sick of your ideals, because I don't know the worst of justice, than to give not deserved. Because people are not equal in abilities and not treat them like they are equal.

I appeal to you, Holy warriors of a new life! Are we sure about what we do? Nobody has the right to decide for others why they should live, because in the best of us is that which stands above all Nations and groups. I'm talking about the human mind and its values. God, I fearlessly and honestly, but neither I nor anyone else don't say anything, simply ask yourself one question: "why am I here?" Admit that you only live for yourself. Call it purpose, love, business, ideal, finally. But all these objectives and ideals of your personally yours and anyone else's. Every honest man can be called selfish. He who lives not for himself, - does not live. You can't change it, because from birth the only and perfect purpose for man is himself. Neither the law nor the party nor the GPU will never be able to suppress a person's own "I". You will not be able to enslave the human mind, you will only destroy it. You have already made an attempt and see what happened. Take a look at those you gave birth to, who are allowed to prevail. Swing the best that is in man, - and you will see what will remain. Do we really need mangled and disfiguring other reptiles are ugly?

- I would like to help you. But of all people, I least of all can help you. You know that.
He laughed softly:
- But you're helping me, Kira. You're the one who helps me.
She whispered:
Why?
Because, whatever happens, I have you. Because, whatever the human tragedy I saw around me, I still have you.