Character: Chariton Nikiforov "Hagan". Page 1

In the room hung a dead silence.
- Paracetamol - five minutes later I said, powersaw in the chair.
What? Vic doesn't even turn in my direction head.
- Well, it's something to start a conversation - told her I - "Paracetamol" good word for it - a beautiful and resonant.

- Questions? Although what you may have questions.
- Who killed Kennedy? - immediately asked him I.
- The enemies of democracy. - Valyaev sighed, And all progressive.

Everything that happens reminds me of Chinese movies in my childhood years I loved to watch father. Well, those where a strong character screams a white-haired and gray-whiskered scoundrel "Your kung fu is worse than mine" and points a finger at your own nose. Then they all run fast and hear the juicy sounds of blows.

Beautiful is not the word. To look beautiful can any woman, with a certain desire or possibilities of the material. But look to the man mouth is dry - not each. And you do not even have to be pretty, this should be a real woman. The one that was born to rule over men and make them for her smile to create and destroy empires. Just for the sake of a smile, and nothing more.

Well, the dog with him - waved his hand I want to be Greedy but we do not, we are greedy.

In the early revival, especially after you went to bed late, there is a certain charm. There is this awesome feeling that kind of just closed his eyes - oops, and got up. After this awakening, you feel like Pinocchio - eye-popping, moving jerkily, his head the wind whistles, whiskey wood and thought short and stubby.

Work - he even of monkey fun, may the Paraguayan people to do, and suddenly you come out?

And about how husbands to mistresses go, I will not tell. One and all collected from the old and hateful wives to leave, these girls say that right tomorrow, that's when the son of a school graduate... have Not heard that someone left, and he had ever seen. They wait, and we're lying to them... And a coward. Well and how differently that? Yes, the wife is not the same sweet and kind girl that once was, and her character fantastically spoiled, and to see her regularly any forces there, and weighs twice as much, and she's shouting at you constantly. And this and chest upright, and in her mouth she looks to you again with you again man, but... to go this way? Mortgage, morning sickness, milk in hand, the ninth tooth with a temperature under forty... no, no, No, I don't want it! Without me.

And it's not that you love her or not love, anyway - what is love? All men know perfectly well that there is no love in this world in the twenty-first century, and perhaps earlier was not, well, so - no, that's all. There is comfort, habit, proximity, cohabitation, lust, where without him, well, the leader of the list - business partnership. No, the words remained, without them all, without them, the woman will not be able to convince myself that she needed this man, and a man without these words will not be able to get it. These strange women, they still reason, still cling to the words and rotten pot called "love". But why "reason"? It is clear why. They, too, know that it is not love this, but it is more convenient and more comfortable to think that it is, because it's so much easier to explain to herself why she is living with the drunk and a loser than to admit that in actual fact she is driven by fear of loneliness, and loneliness is just that unbearable for women. And don't believe the authors of the novels, singing a lonely and independent woman, they are lying, and shamelessly. Independent is easy, but lonely and happy? Nonsense. No, gentlemen, men, it's fear. But when you reach the edge, when all the trouble women know this fear to drive inside and go forward, risking everything. And we? But we prefer to live with our fear in relationships with the opposite sex, we agree with him. He is not only them, but us. And our men, no less than their, female, and Vice versa, where more and more shameful.

Then Vic did everything he was supposed to do a young woman going to work was painted, filmed and put on different things, said, "Now-now" - was looking for something in the bag and took out of it, go after something laid, slapping herself on the forehead: "Ah. Here's another!" and tried to do everything at once, including a victory in the fight for peace.
I did what it should do to the man traveling with his half at the same time, and thus signatories of the agreement about patience and the appropriate silence, beholding these things Brownian motion and waited.

Elina looked around, assessed the trampled sand, discarded weapons, broken branches and Torches with three swords at his throat.
- What you got was that?
- Nothing, - I shrugged and nodded in the direction Torches: - Just came out, we played a little bit.

Sleeping with the young, be prepared for cockroaches in her head, and when the light does not scatter.

Misunderstanding, - I smiled. - Drinker, with an exotic profession that it take.

I don't want to know. There are things better not to know, and it's not the position of an ostrich with his head in the sand. Just in the world there are limits beyond which it is better not to look, because they live madness.