Character: Sanya

- Why are you still up there?!
Softly, and here I lie - the young man snarled, but stood up.
- And the girl put it back? - bland asked Marina.

Apparently, strong words were not only afraid of domestic wickedness, but also of foreign technology.

Girl, can, mate, I'll start talking? No? Well, to put it mildly, hardly speaking, it's fucking sprawling.

Hearing the music I am deprived, but always ready to compensate for the volume and feeling of fulfillment.

- Len, do you trust me?
The question would be difficult, coffee's hot. In some ways I San, of course, trust. For example, if I need to bring to handle any enemy, I would not have a shadow of a doubt with whom to meet.

If the lady about something persistently asks to get her to repeat the request - moveton.

I think I'm beginning to understand why they want to kill her. And took a turn.

Madame thinks that they will be able to gallop across those potholes on your skinny? Madame big optimist? Well, well.