Character: Angela

But you don't have to fear the future. Future can harm us, only forcing himself to fear.

Be careful when choosing the way - you can get lost. You're one of the few who is free to choose his destiny. This freedom is a great gift, but also a great responsibility, and sometimes it is able to bind stronger than any shackles.

The confidence is a remarkable thing.

Angel figurine standing on the dresser, began to increase and increase until, until it was the height of a man of average height. Milky white porcelain is filled with vivid colors - skin became a light peach shade, cheeks pink, curly, flowing hair black, as black as coal, the pupils lit up two bright light. It was unclear if it was a man or a woman. He (or she) stepped forward. One of his hands was hidden behind his back. Seselectin, revealed a white, thickly feathered wings. They were so huge that barely fit in the room.
- Who are you? asked Angie.
- Don't be afraid. I'm the angel, the answer to your prayers.
- To my prayers?
Angel nodded.
- Not yours, Angie. It was a different girl.
- What do you want? she whispered.
- If you want peace and tranquility.
We all want that, ' said Angie, grinning.
Justice, vengeance, complete. Angel pulled a hand from behind. In it he held a long silver sword. The sword was burning with a bright flame where there should be a ceiling.

It is impossible to imagine how much pain locked in her head! There rests the rotting corpse of her innocence, her purity. It's like a mass grave. God deliver and save us from having to ever dig up that grave and examine the corpse!

- What did you do before alcohol became the centre of your universe?
- ... homework.
- What did you do before alcohol became the center of your universe?
- ... homework.

He always closes his eyes like it hurts to look at things.

- You know, mom, I think you're going to get. Around you will not remain anyone except your favorite money.
- Angela, what are you saying? You're obviously not yourself... you're just impossible to talk to... You need to get the okay. Go to the bathroom, wash your face.

- Go to six, she said. - Can't be late. May not accept.
- And if he will make a pass to give? - innocently asked Angela.
- Give, - I do not hesitate to let Kira Sergeevna.
- Why? - surprised Angela.
- You still give someone... Why not him?
- So the - for love.
- You love someone?
- Not now.
- Then what's the problem?

Do not turn off the camera, Pablo! Take all this crap!