Character: Andrei Kislyak

- And Sour where?
- Sour here. Sour sweet wanted.

Mom says that there were gypsies in my family, but dad denies this information.

- Give me five minutes.
- Well, I'm listening.
- And tell me... You can live without hockey?
- Why this question?
- Simple answer: Yes or no?
No, you can't.
- That I can't.
- Andrew...
- Please don't interrupt. I nichrome not seen you know what image I kept before my eyes was? This here box. Neither mom nor dad, nor his wife, but the dilapidated side. Me every night ice dream. I woke up, opened my eyes and there is nothing. Emptiness. And then I said to myself that I would return.
- Andrey, why tell me now?
- I want to play, Sergei Petrovich, not to crawl on the ice like a retiree. You think that by refusing me health save?
- Yes, I think so.
- Well, I'm a lawyer. Grow a beer belly, this ass weaning. Is that I health add?
- Why just a beer belly?
- Because I'll hate my job. Have you ever engaged in unloved business? No. Because hockey is your life. You even dead on the ice crawl.
- Andrew, I, too, was injured.
- I honestly feel sorry for you, really. But my hands and legs intact. You see I'm in good shape. Please... Give me a chance. I beg you. Please.

- Go to the buffet.
What was it like?
- And there is wi-fi the fresh, just brought.

Fresh air is good, especially if you have someone to breathe.

- Look, Bakin, not only your relatives want to see the game!
- Well, Yes, there is still your family.
What?!
- Saying thank you to the guide for the care!

Acid, get off him!
What order, or what?
- Please.

Three times wore one when Meryl, what are you doing?

Acid, fuck you!
- You go, and I'll go.

- So, girls, where's your dad?
- Dad's here, honey.

- Th you kidding me?
- When I see you on the ice, I che not really want to laugh.

- What show?
- Cartoons about bears.
- Well, Kislyak, you very aptly... It was the cartoons, because hockey is actually a little similar.

Well, what is man? This Is Edik.