Character: Yasha Finger

- Yasha, and long have you been a sailor? Your dad knows what you're doing?
Why would he know such nonsense? Let your wallet. And for God's sake, don't tell Papa, and that well he will survive.

- Yasha, where is Misha? He did not have?
- Dad, as well.
You're imagining things, Yasha, well it's in front of me is a Lord Chamberlain. And Mike, excuse me for being Frank, he looked like a tramp.
- Dad, what Moishe.
That might make a decent cheap suit. If it is, of course, made good master.

- Odessa finds out about me. And money I will have as many as you want.
- As long as you want?
Even more, Yasha! We will work only for the bourgeoisie. And no hit is a law. And will be a great view!
- Misha, well, that's what you promised, you sho such luck will fall out?
- Yasha, I myself has promised.