Character: Konstantin G. Gumankov

- Who was your husband?
- I don't know...
- In what sense?
- Live. I married a wonderful guy... Classmate. Smart, funny, strong. Any drinking, any parachutist anyone in the face if need be... And he had nothing to do with the creature, which then settled on my sofa in front of the TV... Kostya, maybe the men are married hatch just as the insects?

- That's it! Did you notice that the luxury of women - men are usually redneck redneck? Why? But because when a normal guy sees a nice girl how he feels?
What? - I asked.
- He has not-re-Shi-tel-ness! And suddenly I'm not her type? And suddenly she not think?.. And suddenly courting her, someone in a leather coat and my dad's gabardine? Exactly?
- Exactly! - I was amazed at the fidelity of his observations.
And some bloke with dirty neck, not even looking at myself in the mirror, basement and DAC stranglehold...

When the plane is pushed the wheels on the ground and ran down the runway, gradually getting rid of speed, aliens, flying with us, applauded.
- Westerners love life! - said the Correspondent.
- And we? - asked Alla Branch.
- We love fight for life!

No, if life is never really not tempted you can not be proud of their purity of conscience...