Character: Alexey Trofimov

- And what? The address is correct!

- Just see, Vanya - division I this way. It Egor fought.
- You know, Alex, so do not hurry with the answer. Go back to the division, talk with Anyone, well, there...
- Why should I postpone that? There she is, Lyuba. Sitting on the bench, as it should be the officer's wife.
- Where? [looks out the window] What are you to me before something not said?! Old bastard! [running out of the office]

- Shoot well?
- Decorated with red revolutionary trousers, comrade commander.
On Kaukura straight from the factory?
So the Komsomol ordered.
And to marry You, too, the Komsomol ordered? [Trofimov lowers his eyes] well, well, Well, well, well... It's Your own business. But the profession is necessary not in order to choose, and... calling.
- Well, what kind of profession? The military is... just such a service, that's all.
- And long You "just" going to serve?
- Until the victory of the world revolution!
- And then what?
- To teach go.

Well, do you still not understand, grandma, that your tenderness you are ruining the future of an officer?

- Are you seriously still not married?!
- Met a woman like your wife here and married...