Character: Gleb Romanenko. Page 1

- You know, we are different with you: you're in the club - I for books, you're more of a dog person, and I cats...
- ... and I'm still I the morning face shave, and you wear makeup.

- You're a dick!
- Shh, it's a medical mystery.

- ... Go to the VIP room and do our privileged patient prostate massage.
Wait, what's that, through... here it is? I don't know how.
- Don't you know if you got your whole life through "it is here".

- Damn, what to do?!
- My offer still stands. Though now I can prove to you that I'm not gay.
I can now even prove that my knee is solid. Think come on!
I can't, I'm thinking about your knees.

Romanenko, go get the vaseline!
- Simon, let's be friends!

Okay, and what's in it for me?
- I knew it. Well, to Express their dirty wishes.
Sex?..
- No.
Okay, I couldn't try... Then... movie?
- Movie?
- Well, Yes. I'll wait for you doctor Chernous, and you go to the movie.
- Well, I agree.
But a movie about sex.