Character: Stanislav Vorobyev

All of us - those sometimes referred to as "middle class", something similar as children from the incubator. Whether traits of individuals, whether clothing, which is more like a uniform, and maybe the lack of Shine in eyes that have with those who have a purpose in life. A real goal. We have it no more. She left with youthful hopes, meetings of dawn and thirst for change.

I do exactly the same as thirteen years ago. What they do almost all the inhabitants of old Earth, pretending to live and actually doing something. Actually been here a long time nobody does anything, all this rat race. The land became like a discarded snake skin - it's dry, crisp and hollow. She was milked mining mega-corporations, it is unreasonable of the government and greedy entrepreneurs. The ground killed her children. They ravaged her insides, destroyed forests and meadows, dredged from the depths of the sea all the way down to the last fry. Earth shaking in its death throes, but people did not want to notice, like the ostrich, who sticks his head in the sand and otkazyvaet ass.