Character: Masyanya. Page 1

Artist Surikov. Epic "Deer in the ransom."

Drove through the politics of assholes flocked like the feast of the manure.

You guys are going just to swim, enjoy our smelly in the summer, no chatter about politics, okay?
- Oh, and th...... What kind of policy Where politics and where we are.

I know about global warming, but we're still in St. Petersburg...

We just dip go down, well, summer still... today. Dunno how long it will last...

Sometimes, maybe in the world of normal politics, but not our time and not ours, at exactly.

Are you still in the ass, chubby, and, please.
- No, Shaggy, customers in the ass no-no, told you your boss?
Only subordinates...

You outside! Here even the word seen such a nasty word. So, the "you outside" is violence, disease, politics, dirt, viruses, rudeness, self-indulgence and other shit. Nitsche there is no good, forget it, forget it.

- What the fuck! Nobody asked me! <...>
- Yes, we in this life no one what asked, what are you gonna do...

- Well, che, well, che there on the street? [looking out the window] Zombies there are?
- Nope, finally no one.
- Uh... well, what virus is it fucking sucks. Fu.

The stupid, piggy, what can you do when the world ends, is to be sober.

Didn't know you were such a fan of sprat, piggy. Your maiden name is not an hour of Sproutman?

I woke up. XLI-s. And the hell on earth...

- Everything! Ready! [nailed the last nail in the door] Full grantin! More do not go out at all anymore!
- What do? Really? Never?
- Oh, come on. It's not good in this "outside" never was. Hehe.