Character: Svetlana

Do you know what loyalty is? The ability to forbid yourself.

The one who really wants the evil of his plans does not inform.

- Let's go home, - said Svetlana. - We... we need to talk, Anton. Have a serious talk.
How I hate these words!
After them there is never anything good!

- Are you saying that our job is harm?
- No. - Light wearily shook his head. - Do not want. I have no such conceit. One thing I want to say, maybe we really are the Light. That's just... you Know, the city appeared in the sale of counterfeit Christmas toys. They look like the real thing, but the joy from them whatsoever.

Because every day we have is some kind of battle. Then large, then small. With a deranged werewolf, Dark mage, with all the forces of Darkness at once. Tension, protruding chins, bulging eyes, a willingness to jump on the breast recess or a naked ass on a hedgehog.

- You know what it is? To be condemned to love?
But isn't it so always? - Svetlana winced with anger. - When people love each other, when among the thousands and millions. It's always fate! <...>
- No. Light, you've heard this analogy: love is the flower? <...> The flower you can grow Light. And you can buy. Or it will give.
Anton bought?
"No," I said; too much, perhaps, said. - Received as a gift. From the fate.
- And so what? If it's love?
- Sveta, cut flowers are beautiful. But they live long. They're already dying, even carefully put in a crystal vase with fresh water.

Shooting is a hobby?
Trying to deal with bouts of anger.
- Who are angry?
- On people. But for yourself more often.

Indeed, they say, the only thing in the human beings are helpless, is pain. The soul pain, when powerlessness is stronger than despair, and physical pain when death becomes synonymous with life. Man is always born alone and dies alone, and in between senseless rushes about, trying to get rid of oppressive feeling of loneliness, and rarely successfully. Birth and death - the unfathomable mysteries of creation, which is not inherent in collectivism. And the pain... the Pain is just that between them. In his pain a man even more alone than in death.

There are things you should never say, or they will lose their value. Thoughts spoken aloud, becomes the Word and can change the destiny. The wrong knowledge is useless, but the unclean hands can be evil.

You know, the more evil the person, the more fear. Mad from fear.

- Svetlana, what kind of psycho takes the children for a walk in 40-degree heat?
- He's Russian, he does not feel the weather.

- Once pure.
- Yes, that Mary Poppins was on the warpath.

- Well, you're grandfather - fun! You'd better wait would be for us as well!
- And then you look, huh!? Go - as restless!
- Hey you, lastovetsky, titmouse, perepelochka! Back to me youth! Oh, I wish I would precal!

Sometimes dreams come true, but in a slightly different form.