Character: Ivan Sidorov

I'm not principled, I can go on the face, and break the ribs, and a couple of fingers to scratch, if necessary.

You know, Nev, to pick someone's lock, you don't need to be smarter than the one who hung it. You just need to know his weak points.

You can not leave him alone, anger and the desire for revenge have never advised anything good.

People are the most vulnerable point of any security system.

Sometimes the forest plays cruel jokes with people. All the trees seem to be the same, and when fear and panic approach, it becomes easy to believe that the left-hander Tebs is in a circle.

Men do not like prey that goes into their own hands. They are not so interested. The challenge is interesting.

I will scout the campfire for you in two accounts, and the stoves, especially such ancient ones, are a delicate matter. There's not a damn thing burning, it's blazing like hell.

The people all beggars, living by theft; any take: he receives from the king a thousand, there are five, but still wants to make.

It was on our land, three of the invasion: was ran by the Tartars, found the Frenchman, and now officials oblige; and our land what? and look pitiful: was sick to the bone, rotten to the core! sold in the courts, on drink in pubs, and it lies on a large steppe, unwashed, covered with matting, with a census of the weak.