Character: Magnus

History is generous with ironic coincidences.

- We have come to know about Sid attractor. Know what killed him?
Is it definitely dead? It could be a trick, he is very gifted.
- I personally removed the brain from his head.
- And still...

Magnus realized one horrible thing. Something that brought him nothing but pain and suffering today.
It was true about him.
He fell in love with her.

There are many people who do not even would have noticed that lost his head, - so small its contents.

Talkers serious contenders, when it comes to popularity among the masses. The masses understand those who are engaged in chatter. Those involved in the case, they don't understand. I mean the case is that we are busy, work thoughts.

We've got nothing to talk to people; what we could say to each other, not intended for prying ears. But when we are alone, we always is something to talk about. Don't you wish it was the opposite?

- Are you ready for the third world?
- Martin, we must be ready for everything... We are surrounded by hostile environment.

- The poppy has published in her field, suddenly proclaims Magnus, as if rising to my defense. And proudly smiles. - Really, darling? Don't be shy.
- You're published? Anthony is like waking up and looking at me with unusual attention. - It's interesting. In what magazine?
Helplessly staring at Magnus. What's he on about?
- Remember! - he's messing with me. You said that you printed a note in the journal physical therapy.
Oh my God. No.
I'm going to kill Magnus. Why would he bring this up?
Anthony with Wanda waiting. Even Felix with interest glances at me. They expect me to say that they made the breakthrough in the question of cultural influence of physiotherapy on the nomadic tribes or something like that?
- It was a "Weekly roundup of physiotherapy", - I finally mumbled, looking at his feet. Is not a scientific publication. And just... the magazine. They once printed my letter.
- You conducted a study? - asks Wanda.
"No," I continue to mumble. Patients sometimes smells bad. And I suggested that the doctors put on their masks. It was... a joke. I wanted all laughed.

Did someone ever say that we should be happy?

- I'm not asking you about the frankness, Magnus...
Excuse me, but you never get m-R Vandergoot.

I emerged in a world where there was little love, but a lot of fuss about virtue. However, no virtue I have not seen and not felt.

I liked it better on the streets, so I wandered and watched and slept in squalid flophouse to the salvation Army. But the poor, I was not. I was rich with feelings, and it was a luxury that I rarely had.

Five days is a lot, if at this time you are denied access to heaven.

If there is a Prince of Darkness, I finally get to meet him one on one. Spit in his face.