Character: Julia Lebedeva

The truth is that stranger from outer space believe in us more than ourselves.

- Why are you doing this?
What?
- Inhale? It hurts.
Don't you care? We have a tradition: every time some kind of superior race arrives to destroy mankind, we all crowd to smoke begin to hoof quickly folded, you know?
- We don't want to destroy you - you are hurting yourself.
- I urgently need an interpreter with a space.

- Love and hate need to overcome the fear of death. When there is no death - no need to love, not to hate.
Holy crap! I have this in the status write, okay?

- It is impossible to give in to anger. Impossible. People waited thousands of years of extraterrestrial contact. We have no idea what morality the aliens what they think about life, about death, you know the pain of loss...
- And if they don't understand why I have to explain to them? Why do we have some contacts to establish? Why can't we just kick them out? Huh?
Because this is a unique chance for humanity.
- A chance to die? To give your home some freaks?
- A chance to understand something about themselves. To know who we are. Maybe even find your house.
- All I know about myself! I'm home, and I did not call to him!