Character: Dima Mayakovsky

We stick together, we survive. And gets shot - I can't help you. From dead marine's no use.

The whole chain is no stronger than its weakest link. I trust you - do you understand me?

And what's behind that wall: back to the prison or freedom? And you're not interested? For me, come on.

Hey, recker, Wake up! You're an American, remember? I think your country will be to save you? No, you will rot here. Reason to trust me, you do not. But one person can not do so much. You're strong, and you have enough skill to get out of this fucking place. Unless you want to inhale the stench of the last hours of his life. If you survived a nuclear explosion like I have, or fighting for freedom as you say it is, and wait for death in prison such as we ought not.

Sergeant Recker? They say your name. I hear them talking about you and Jin Jie. They say you know something about it...

If people knew how much of the world depends on us.

Radiation is like life: don't know when will strike. Maybe you'll live another thirty years. Maybe you'll die tomorrow. I recorded his story. The story of Paris, the story of Kafarova. About the American Marines, who chose the difficult path. About made I have no regrets - saved a lot of lives. I grieve for the dead. I'm sure the S. V. R. another opinion on this matter. But enough of that. As told to me by my friend Vladimir: "Dima, the death of her only one. And may she be worthy."

Don't do anything stupid! This motherfucker stole Russia has three nuclear warheads and sold them to a man named Solomon. He used C. S. O.. he has two goals: Paris and new York. The charges he is carrying in public transport. One of the bombs Solomon is going to blow up in times square. That can't happen. We can put an end between our peoples. We are with you. No politics, no money, and just two soldiers speaking the truth. Help me with this. Shoot him or millions will die. And remember, Solomon got to stop.