Character: Stas Roadside

- Listen, even as I sing, huh?
- Let him sing, and it will never go away.
- Sing, quickly.
And by the way, I can play along yourself.
- Know how?
- Know how. Mom gave me in eighth grade piano bought, a cow was sold.
Mother for the sake of career of the daughter sold the cattle.

Lightly still, sweetie, on your part to connect with two absolutely unfamiliar men. Father something was right, not letting go of you in the capital...

- You see, comrade Sergeant, my friend a few lost their nerve. He now regrets the incident. We're in a hurry to Moscow. I would not want complications. If you will accept this modest amount?
I'm out of forms of receipts...
You don't have receipts. Our fault - but your generosity is unlimited. The conflict resolved?
- Taken care of.

- Where are we? The name of this great place?
- Elbows...

I see democracy passed Lokotkov!
- Lev, don't make this worse!