Character: German Mankevich

After twenty years of a happy marriage, blind devotion can be a little onerous.

- I never really succeeded. You always do it your own way.

- To people sitting in the dark and trusting the screen with all their hearts. We have a huge responsibility.

Sometimes my joking remarks are clever to the foolishness.

- You're not going to get it that way.
- What exactly?
- Commit suicide. I've tried, it takes years.

- I'm not asking for help.
- How?.
- I demand it.

- You can't live without them. That's why I chose you.

- It's not as unpleasant as it might seem.

Under socialism, wealth is divided equally. Under communism, poverty is shared equally.

- It's all rubbish.
- Enough of the self-criticism. The main thing is that you write.
- None of this sounds. Not a single note.
- You don't write an opera.
- I'm writing opera.

- What can I expect?
- You're my brother. He already thinks you're a genius.

My story is one big circle like a cinnamon bun, not a straight line pointing to the nearest exit. It is impossible to tell the whole life of a person in two hours. You can only leave an impression of it.

- Welcome to my head.

- Like every moment of my life.