Character: Ian Petrikowski

Each of us needs a friend.

Hatred suppresses fear.

There are no gods. I know that. And meaning in this life. More precisely, in the existence that we call life. Around - completely madness and cruelty. Justice is just a word. What you like one, someone else is disgusting. It is useless to rely on the supernatural or to curse them. No one is sitting somewhere in the heavens or in the depths of hell, intrigues to mankind. Everything that happens only happens because it can happen. It is meaningless to talk of what lies beyond life with her breath, sleep, food, conversations, love and hate. And loss also makes no sense. They accompany us from the first minute of birth or beginning of life. I don't know when life begins. Does anyone know? But life itself is hard. And it will always be heavy. That's what I believe.

I know what vulnerable is male pride.
- I think women love even more vulnerable.
Are you talking about all the love?
- No. Sometimes tough love that is not broken.

At such times, as now, one cannot deny myself the entertainment.

- Mrs Sinclair, I understand that you few like?
Is it that obvious?
Yes. I think noticeable. Some of these people may be nice and friendly... if you treat them differently.

I will never forget your touch. Thinking that I sleep, you stroked my head and neck. It was the touch of love, real and not invented. No one will ever be able to touch me with such tenderness. I know and understand what I lost.

During the war, people know the despair. Sometimes we do not know ourselves.