Character: Anton Drozdov

- So we're going to the Kremlin? - I was surprised.
- Virtually. In the Mausoleum, said speaking for the first time driver. - SchA we'll of the pioneers to exclude.

I want people to smile and to look to the future with optimism. But they don't give me a chance to do it. However, I'm trying, but I can't. Believe me. <...> Because the world has been soaked with human hatred for each other. Men hate women, women hate men, parents hate their children, children have a thirst for the death of their parents, superiors are willing to destroy subordinates and subordinates ready to grab the throat of your superiors, then to take their places. MPs hate their constituents, and voters hate those who vote. People hate the oligarchs, hate those people. <...> hate all, while forgetting that everyone around is no better and no worse than themselves. We are all someone's parents and at the same time someone's children. We are bitches-women and goats-men, we someone's boss and someone's subordinate. We are the electorate and the presidency. And most importantly - we are multinational and practice different religions. So why the *** your mother, can't we just get along with each other? It's not so hard, right? It does not require any material costs, mental anguish or wasted calories. All we need is a little tolerance to each other. But no. Border, religion, nationality, political system, economic differences - all this is nothing compared to what truly drives us. The name of this driving force is HATE. <...> There is another. What unites everyone here before the story forward. FEAR. Universal, paralyzing fear. <...> And only the media is not afraid of anyone or anything. <...> don't make it a monster. Just the opposite. She is a pious old man, like Olle Lukoye, who walks with two umbrellas and shows all dreams. Sometimes color, sometimes black. Depending on who ordered what and who deserves what. And since these dreams are of your feelings, the media just chooses from them the most strong. FEAR AND HATRED. It's your favorite, and most importantly, the most sincere feelings, isn't it? <...> Fear and loathing - the only way to manage cowardly and bitter herd. All mirror, isn't it? We play only the music you bought. Only the one you want to listen to. Only that which you deserve. <...> You've learned to fear and hate. Maybe I'll try to learn to love? Too hard? Well, then turn on the TV, you're back in the Studio.

- The party should be created. Sometimes. And then they will stop watching the telly. And country the box will disappear...
- Smart -- - I summarize.

- In both, says standing behind me Vadim, but it turns out the case, he is already aware of?
- It seems to me, from the very beginning know, I'm tearing up a note.
- It's like? - Vadim scratches his head.
- And. Because those who love us, look after us, - I put the torn note in the ashtray and light it - constantly. After all, rock-n-roll is dead...
- ... and we are still there - sums up Vadim.

- Anton, you're not afraid of what the project will last for us?
- No, and you? - I light afraid of?
- I am afraid - he answered honestly - not so much as scared a year ago, but I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid, I scoff, - at the very least, taiga view. They say there is a beautiful place. You were in the forest?
- No, - Vadim spits over his shoulder.

Then the audience turned the Amu Darya his consciousness into the mainstream thesis of "smoke without fire".

Here and so easily, two countersunk, three prihlopa, we can say, with jokes Yes humourous catchphrases, we are all deeply immersed in the information field of an atmosphere of fear and hatred...

- Realizing that you are a busy man, Anton, I will try straight to the point.
Yeah, it's time.
- What are you, Arkady Yakovlevich, I'm not in a hurry! - I made izvinyayus face, sending a clear signal that an hour ago was supposed to be somewhere else.

Take, for example, me. Something I do not recall to me yesterday someone congratulated me. About the women with whom I spend leisure time, keep silent. Each thinks that my attitude is not serious, and therefore Valentine's Day to spend with me none of them are going. Especially to give "Valentine". I get vacation, holiday, entertainment is please. But the feast of Saint Valentine is past. However, I'm not particularly worried. <...> Especially considering that lately I often talked with two. Dasha, a secular journalist by profession and a prostitute by vocation, and Sveta, a prostitute by profession and by vocation. Im sure I am not shitting. Could send a card, by the way. But not sent.

For in the beginning was the word. And then came TV. This Scripture, if you remember.

In the court of the fourteenth of February, Valentine's Day, and joyful parties that it has not increased. I wonder where all these happy embracing couple walking in the city with red boxes in the hands or chest presses to red cards in the form of hearts? Where are they, I ask you? Home hug? To go shopping? Scribble each other "Valentine" via e-mail? Or stand in traffic jams as I do? Or maybe no one doesn't like? Maybe I'm right and all of us get sick from each other?

The money was. The money will be. But now there is no money.