Character: Aristarch Lushkov

- I'd shoot a sag.
- That's right, it should have been against the wall, that's all.
- He will be judged.
- Why? As if it's not clear.
- They are judged not FOR anything, but BECAUSE.
- And they don't stand on ceremony with ours, by the way.
- You and I, Lushkov, live in the state. And they're in a gang. That's the difference. I got it?

- Bartholomew!
- Aristarchus I.
- You don't lose your vigilance there. You will see the bandits, shout.
- I don't like your jokes, comrade Pavlik.
- Let's break the gang, I'll make you such a hairstyle, a full compress! That's what I'm telling you. The wife will be jealous of everyone.
- It won't. And I don't like your word "compress". It is bourgeois, not to the face of the people's militia.
- Wait, wait, wait. How is it - a compress, and not to the face? And where else?
- Comrade Pavlik, you do not confuse me, I am responsible for my words.
- Panteleimon, you have small talk...
- Aristarchus I!
- Elampius!

- I will explain. You and I, Lushkov, our strength, the more we will spare our lives. And we will not spare our enemies. It's clear?