Character: Okajima Rokuro (Rock)

- All the Yakuza froze in absolute terror!
- I'm glad to be back, but it's too much. I don't want to accept the war in my country.
- She's in a good mood. In Roanapur haven't had a big fight. She was one of those who would refuse to have sex if there is a war.
Is wrong.
- They are freaks of the war. Lost part of the balls and rollers in Afghanistan.

- Will share a little secret with you, Rock. Let me ask you this: what are these things?
- The order and a human skull.
Wrong, Rock. It's just things Rock. Discarding their purpose, is all that remains. Only stuff. And if to give them new value, then the memories will fade. The only thing that matters for millions of people is money. It is the only value that they have. All the rest is sentimental nonsense.

Loop hanging at the entrance to town warns those who want to go further, "outside these doors, nobody will guarantee you life." Villains from all over the world gather here, conflicts breaking out one after another. Evil city born between East and West during the Cold war. Filled with bandits and living at the expense of the drug cartels. The end of the world. The hotbed of hypocrisy, living people whose souls have already been destroyed and banished to hell. I only survived because I was in a well-known company "Laguna". The name of this town on the lips of all the rascals in the world. But many of those that came here for the glory never returned home. A cruel fate awaits those who accidentally stepped on the land of Roanapur. And now somewhere in the city another victim of the haunting.

Every life is full of suffering.

- Sorry. You just stepped on a fucking mine would be great. Sorry. Last question - what to write on your grave?
- Write - "stupidity can not be cured"!

- Bones? Skeleton!
- Of course bones. They're everywhere. Rock, this cemetery is the people that everyone forgot. They took the grim Reaper not at their will. No flowers, no candles. Nobody comes, nobody remembers. Damn catacombs - no Holy relics. Never liked such places. Here smells rotten. Will be here too long, you will ruin your lungs.
Hey, Cry, you think, what do they feel? What they were thinking when the lights went out, and ran out of air?
- It's too dark. Don't want to think about it. When you die from suffocation - I feel like dying from suffocation. When they die strangers is just dying strangers. Think about this useless Rock. Think about what will not interfere.

However, what is this place on planet Earth?
- Don't understand... Why is there a gun on the table? What kind of saloon westerns on the edge of the world?
Is a good comparison. This place appeared due to the fleeing of the Vietnamese war. Soon there appeared deserters, and it was hell. The robbers, junkies, mercs, killers, criminals of all stripes. I do not like?

I think it's called "Stockholm syndrome". At this point I thought what in the world I can trust, just this big guy.

- What's wrong with me bude next?
- We'll get in touch with your office, we'll do the exchange.
- The ransom, right? They have it on my account record.
- Is the task more urgent. First, it is necessary to transfer the disk to the customer.
So there's the customer?
- We are only the mediators do for a living, sometimes breaking the law. Such cases.

A robotic assassin from the future, only Schwarzenegger no longer with us!

I don't know what it broke down to become like this. But, it seems, to me, it broke too, since I admire her destructive actions.

- Your tea is good. I haven't drank this tea, more from a bag. Yes, and your other good products.
- I don't understand boy, we only deal with the arms smuggling.
- Sister Yolanda, "Hotel Moscow" and other mobsters looking for drugs throughout the city and can't find it. But drugs a good product and go out of liquid paths. In their field of vision has a blind spot. Where they won't look. For example, those who drive on Church business. Clean underwear are in the cells and not stored in shed this assumption. Besides, the number of incoming and outgoing weapons easily calculated. Extremely easy! And the company "Laguna" in a good relationship with the "Hotel Moscow", but this does not mean that we are working on them.

- "People are like dice, you throw yourself wherever you choose". Know who said that?
- Jean-Paul Sartre. Philosopher-existentialist. But I like: "Shoot that guy who tries to put five eggs into three baskets."

- You look like normal.
- Probably. Bandit, I'm still learning.