Character: Colleague (Yuri)

- This is exactly what we are going to do now.

- All x2, I'm leaving. Tired!
- Colleague, have you moved from the moon, we have a lecture...
- Not with us, but with you Chief, goodbye.
- Hello please
- No, goodbye, all your lectures are... it's a utopia! Nothing changes: our politicians spit on us, and spit on us, fuck!
- Colleague, I've been telling you how to avoid this disregard for eight lectures... "Useless, he forgot everything. He even forgot about his first experience with the authorities."

- In our case, not beating, so blathering.

- ... And now write down the task at home: why did the rating of the program "Time" equal the rating of "Beavis and Butthead"?
- In which offshore is it best to keep money for pensioners?
- What is the difference between the navel of the earth and the deputy?

- And what is there? Deal? (in turn)

- A-ha-ha-ha-ha, think, it hurts! I'll go to Red Square, take a walk, lie down a little! Yosya, dash then write off [gets up and leaves]

- No, the worst thing is if the state finds out about your affairs!

- Chief, Chief, I get it! Offshore is great!
- This... He's a fool, huh?!
- Colleague, no matter what pills, from the head, you do not take, you need to urgently increase the dose!
- Chief, and what's the solution?
- I repeat once again: all the money should be transferred here, to Russia, and pay seven percent from them!
- And that's it? That's it, that's it! What are you, only, case, unclear? Seven percent? Wait a minute, this needs to be figured out!
- Think, dear, estimate. And don't forget to deduct your expenses for maintaining a black cash register and a criminal roof. You won't need them anymore.
- I agree!

- They are here, in Russia, orphans, a colleague. And abroad, we find ourselves orphans, we are with you! They have all the money offshore.

- Chief, why did you take me away from there? It was so interesting! I just wanted a little, with one eye, to look at our, dear, deputies, like you me, right there, behind the trunk, and on the street. I protest! Just wanted to see...
- "Isn't he going to be a deputy? And what, moderately shouting, sycholy, fool, of course, but who is without sin"
- Chief, Chief, who are you talking to?
- "Hmm, fool-fool, and reads thoughts" - Aren't you going to be a deputy, colleague? Or to the presidency? Sorry for the hospital theme.
- Of course, Chief. I will attach you and your family.
- My family, colleague, this is you! And in power, you will never break through!
- Hmm, why is that, Chief?
- Ha, and you don't know how to collect dirt.
- I can't do that? Haha, look, on the fifth day, last month, at seven o'clock in the evening, you left the toilet without washing your hands! On the ninth, at three o'clock, you picked your nose with a pencil, thinking that no one could see you! Tenth...
- Stop! x3 Enough is enough! You've shown yourself to be an exemplary collector of dirt, a colleague, but you still lack the most important thing to get into power.
- What's that?
- You need to be a poor person.
- Chief, I'm already poor. Like a church louse on a lasso.
- ... You don't understand, colleague. You must not just be poor, but pathologically poor! To hysteria in others, to colic in the stomach and to the march in the intestines!
- But Chief x2, are our current elects like you say?
- Do you, colleague, not know? They are all through one homeless, through another beggar, and through the third orphan. Come on, I'll introduce you to them!

- I myself see that the bazaar. I wonder who will answer for this bazaar?

- Oh, chief, and this is the same, famous, Ostankino TV Tower, where they make Ostankino sausage?
- Not sausage, colleague, but noodles, which you then diligently hang on your ears, with the help of, dear, TV!

- What is the name of the economic program for the transition from the Kingdom of crooked rubles to the Kingdom of straight rubles, if we called it a financial constitution?

- Well, sorry, bluebow, I'm tired of figuring out where you're drooling, where you're crying. What's up this time?
- This... it's despair, Chief! Deaf, black despair!
- You know, colleague, if you were Beethoven and even a Negro, I would understand this. Well...
- Chief, I need money today! Well, where, where to get them!?
- Relax x2, colleague, the program provides it! She will make it so that the bank will give you the money for this. And not some Western-pro-Western, but ours, native, Central...
- [put on a black mask, took a revolver in my hand and put two copies of the program on my torso, as armor] Thank you, Chief, you gave me back my taste for life! Can you tell me the address of the Central Bank?
- Wait, colleague, what are you going to do?
- (Like what?) x2 I want to use your program. And since it protects me from bullets, I can safely go to take money from the Central Bank!
- The program is not fomka or dynamite! It does not allow you to rob, but gives you the opportunity to do business!
- Yes, sorry, Chief, but I'm just suggesting you go to work!
- Please, here's the case, in accordance with the program: take a loan from the bank and produce slippers, rivet samovars, blow bottles for beer or milk!
- Chief, yes, if I take a loan from the bank, then with their interest they themselves will come to me in the same form in which I was now going to go to them!
- Stop! Let's first agree that in this form no one else goes to anyone. [things put on Yuri disappear] And as for bank interest, I have already said: read the program, we will reduce them!