Character: Vika

Did you know that the real person's character is revealed in thirty years? Someone in twenty-seven, someone in thirty-three. But the age of Jesus Christ is not accidental. I agree, it would be much more logical if Jesus was about forty-five or fifty. At this time people are already unworldly, preach, teach, Yes. But no! He was only thirty three when he, so to speak, finished his earthly career. And this is no accident. Because the decisions you make at this age, cannot be attributed neither to the puppy's inexperience, neither senile nor a midlife crisis. The decision is completely yours, and target your funds are yours, and the choice is yours. A terrible and wonderful time.

What's the difference, from which to get pleasure from life or from a movie.

- And the estimate-and-unci? - this leech is again dropped to four paws and made a puppy dog face.
- And do not deserve you that is sour cream. Let's see maybe dinner and get - I winked at him.
- Su-AU-ROVA-at-ya - again brought their drawling vowels a cat. But spray-vedova-have-ya, - then he corrected himself, stumbling in my opinion.

You know, the analogy is false.

There is nothing more rewarding chances.

The person, unable to build, be sure to seeking to justify destructive behavior.

- You, then why care?
- He was my mentor, and I wonder who laid his head man I respected. You are a disgrace to the name only.
- You know, cats are pedigreed in the spring run walking on the street. To drag off somewhere, and then looking for a warm home where food and comfort. Shabby, dirty, shabby, but carrying themselves proudly. They have the pedigree... That's just not such what to take in hand, and sit side by side nasty.

- You know, we say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I think that women are treated, I wanted easy to joke, but it sounded serious.
- I managed to get to your heart? - looked at me Reid.
This look confused me, and defensively replied in a joking manner:
- Your way was tortuous: he began with the gallbladder, got liver and carried throughout the brain. You feed me?

If you're friends with everyone and do not divide people into categories they call you a hypocrite, well, if not friends with any crazy.

And your father is doing what?
My? Well, he's... Well, it is often the work of change. Well, it is a big company works, not on large. Here. Any trip there shorter. Here. To be honest, I don't know at all where he works, and generally where he is now. We do not live, in short, with him.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- No, there is nothing. It happens.

Aloud a little postanal, but nevertheless nodded and gave a sad glance, all recommended to study the book. Books were two and a half piles. Piles were as tall as me.

- Are you still mad at something that is not found demons?
- PF!
- And what then?
I'm not mad.
Angry.
- No.
- Mad-mad...
- No! Gr-R-R! The book was launched violently into the wall, and all the patience with BA came off, like dry onion skins. - Yes, I'm angry! Happy?
- No. What are you mad about?

Hey!
- You are a girl and not a man!
- I'm a mutant!
- What? This is not a reason.

Hard to put out the blazing ice fire left hand, I covered his eyes and evil gritted his teeth. Plan. I need a new plan! And brass knuckles.