Character: Olya. Page 2

- You belong to me, I won the games!
- You are a strange man. Well, is it so important that you won?
- I'm your boss. You don't have to contradict me. My will is law.
- You're just sick and don't understand what nonsense are. I love the other person. You've seen him.
- This pygmy? Did he beat them all like me? Is he a boss like me?
- And I love it! And so he is the best!

You need to give in the details to achieve the main goal.

- Have you ever been a single woman after 30?
No.
- What you do then, Scott?!

Everything, absolutely everything (even children) are drowning in dullness, starting from individuals ending petty stupid little soul sold for cash to God. They see nothing except their own vanity issues, nothing but their own pseudo-grandeur or pseudo-varnasi, pseudo-necessity. It is they who have built these ugly grey buildings, grey green meadows filled with asphalt, has created a machine, releasing the stench of a gray smoke and... created his own kind. Taught them his painfully vulgar life dream and gave them the green light at a crossroads in life: school, UNIVERSITY, work, family, children, the lost dream, the road not taken....

A strong woman is, in my opinion, pathology...

If you think I'm really mean, I you really not!

I don't want feelings, I want a person around.

- Kiss!
- Try it, I'll vial in my eyes stick!

- I thought you were frightened and would not come.
- As for sex, I was not afraid of his absence!