Character: Sasha. Page 2

- I know what loneliness is? This is when there is no one to send an SMS that you reached.
- Is worse. Man is, and to write still no one.

- Therefore, his principle is "Not to lend to close friends".
- That is, it turns out, a stranger he would have given.
- Well, Thank.
- What Slav? It turns out that he is with you so long ago and close friends, that already do not give. That is, loves you fuck you fuck.

- And my mother always, when calling, asks: "Son, how are you?". I said, "Okay". She's like, "are you Sure?" I said, "Yes." "Maybe there's some sort of problem?". I said, "no, mom, everything's fine." And then she said to me: "I see. Some of you have become distant, non-native". Offended that I'm fine.
- Well, fall ill, catch cold. Is it that hard to make mom happy?

- What will you do now?
- Gonna go grab lunch. The issue with money is, of course, will not solve, but what now not to eat?

- He gave money?
- No, I did not.
- How gave?
- Well, not gave? Well gave. Exactly what I asked for, that much he gave.

Thank you, it was constructive.

- Must be a woman some mystery.
- Sasha should be in the puzzle any woman.

There are monuments of the end of a century. It's Peter!

- A girl the same story: I got her number and everything, you can not call. The most important thing happened - you offered, she agreed. In General, already enough.
Well, I'm still not so!
- I too not always, but more and more often.
- This my friends, is old age.

- And yesterday you Lucy scared even. Today she said to me: "you Know, Boris Gregorich, what you want, and I was in the Elevator with him one scary ride".
- I was with her in the Elevator never went, - said Sasha.
- So so afraid. And you go ***grab her laugh. You Dale Carnegie read?
- And than I scare her? - Sasha asked, wondering who this Lucy.

There is also some kind of monetary loyalty. Faithful you their money, manage them effectively, then they are loyal to you. And took you windy, I left you... to Prokhorov!

It's time to give Sasha something that he bought for her at the market, said Homer. It seems that she will soon come in handy.
He took from a drawer a packet, twirled it in his hands. The girl burst into the room in a few minutes - a tense, confused and angry. With feet climbed on his bed, staring into the corner. Homer waiting - the storm is or pass? Sasha said nothing, but just began to nibble her nails. Was time for decisive action.
- I have a gift for you. - The old man got up from the table and put it on a blanket beside the girl.
Why? - but she claws, not appearing out of the sink.
- Why do people give each other something?
- To pay for the good, - replied Sasha. - They have already made or about which they ask.
- Then I'll pretend I'm paying you for the good that I already did, smiled at Homer. - I've got to ask about.

- Aren't you sad that you have such a life? - Sasha frowned.
- I regret that the structure of the spine does not allow me to lift my head up to see who sets up an experiment, - said the musician.

- What this scum did to you?
"Nothing," she replied, picking the lock. - Not yet. He's not inhuman. Ordinary man. Brutal, stupid, vindictive. All.
- Not all of these, ' replied the old man without much conviction.
"Everyone," stubbornly said the girl, frowning but getting up on stiff legs. - It's nothing. To be human is also difficult.