Character: Jafar "Three-Eyed"

But with this enemy it is nice to deal with. Brave! Clever! And stupid! Could have killed and not killed. Probably an intelligent person.

- If in the place to beat the battering RAM can knock the bars.
What RAM will do?
- Jafar-yeah, what?
- From your oak heads.

- And the second name is Rustam. The Son Of Alekper. You don't know him. It is a stranger.
Of course I know. Here's a hundred rubles. Submission for Rustam. I have with their bills. I'm looking for him.
- No, no, deal 300, so, 300. I am an honest man.
- Enough for 200. I am also a decent person. Want it for free will kill him?
- It is not necessary for nothing.

Their thirty people, and they are all unarmed! Don't be afraid, my children. Forward!

- Hey, look! You make me sick. I think I'm stuck here until the end of his days? Come out and surrender! Well, you there? Go! Teymur, soon you will die! And no one will hear your Golden voice. You have no idea what it is for me loss! I'm a fan of your talent. Please, sing to me one last time.
- Go to hell! Go atluri ass!
- A good voice and a bad word.

- ... Make me a present, get me this pair of black horses. But! Watch out! This sin Allah will not forgive you.
- If you only knew how much I sin! One more, one less - no, I will not notice, or Allah!

- When he sings, your heart melts like a lump of sugar. It's a talent, great talent! And you want me to kill him? For three hundred rubles?!
- And for how much?
- Five hundred.
All I was robbed. Why do you have to feel sorry for me?

- I think that they're already dead. What was the name in life?
The first is Teymur. The Son Of Meshedi Abbas.

- You probably know, I don't take paper money, I love gold.
- I would take the paper and, Yes, nobody just gives...

- I am a poor man, believe me.
- Why did you summon me? I deal with rich people!
- I know, and make them poor...

He's unarmed - I'm always armed
We would sit quietly, no, he's asking for trouble.
He wants to argue the gun
So big, and like a child - intellectual.
But he is the enemy, never better,
You fall, and he was not wanted.
Hit in the back and not waiting for a response,
Intellectual no escape from himself!
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Intellectual we have in the County rare species,
The beach to the hide - it the bullets tries.
Was able to live long - will die in the Prime of life,
A pity, a lovely man - intelligent!