Character: Leon Trotsky

My understanding of time leads to revolution.

At night, the capital reveals its true face.

In order to defeat capitalism, we need to combine 3 ideologies: Trotskyism, Stalinism and Marxism-Leninism. After all, these ideologies are what will kill the bourgeois democracy, liberalism.

For Trotsky the problem of the revolution is only a problem of a technical nature. "To capture the modern state," he says, " need shock military units and equipment: groups of armed men under the command of the engineers."

But Trotsky is smiling, he is calm: "Rebellion is not art," he says, " rebellion is the car. To make it, we need experts-technicians: and nothing can stop it, even the comments of the opponents. Stop it can only technology."

The love of the people - the currency of unreliable...

- Fear of death is for the weak, Mr. Freud. I remember you accused me of weakness? So, I became strong - I'm not afraid to die.
Your indifference to death is quite natural. Know who is not afraid to die?
- Who?
- One who is already dead.

- Do you think Jackson, what in the world there is propaganda?
- To convey the position of the state to the masses.
- To draw illusions, which you will not want to lose!

- A power struggle is essentially a struggle for the woman. And the subordination of citizens to rulers is based...
- On fear!
- Kind of... But not least - love. In the most sexual sense of the word. Get the mass you want and they will change for you the tilt of earth's axis.

- I am deeply convinced that no one has the right to tell a woman how she should dispose of her body. All the morality of the past, and I aspire to the future.
- It turns out, the future of which you dream - is immoral?
- The woman herself will decide who should get her body. Her body, her feelings... And if full freedom of choice, she will decide that will belong to only one person - well, at least this is honest than all this false morality.

- You that look like you want to burn it.
- And I'm ready. And not just the one - all.
- I you want to burn, Trotsky? Silent? I think I understand you... you live In a deprived little child that something is not got - mind, charm, will, for the sake of their petty grievances, you're ready to destroy anyone who is better than you. Yes?
- You indulge his dirty vices, and condemning others to poverty and humiliation. People working in sweat to survive and to provide you with this rancid gloss. And you consider yourself better than them? No, you kids, hiding here from real life. But the storm is close. And when it falls on you, you very much will be surprised how long you managed to steal from all these people.

- Where are you? Are you crazy? What are you doing? Think to win, easing the work of his mercenaries? Trotsky won because the one that got away... Right? Hell no! Not happening so just give up! I won't let you...
- Natasha! I surrender, when will be afraid of him. Don't you see? He wins exactly on the day when Leon Trotsky is no longer going where he wants, when he wants, where he wants!

Only it's not a rally - this is war.
- And so what?
- The bullets do not remember manifestos. You call to mind, but instincts are stronger... What could be scarier and stronger feelings of impending death?