Character: Mueller

Need to drive all the intellectuals into the mines and blow them to hell.

- What will become of us when we get back? - asks Muller, and even he is not alone.
Kropp shrugs:
I do not know. First, we need to stay alive, but we'll see.

- So they can identify only the Reichsfuhrer. Your form hits them.
- What form?
- Your General form.
- Anything not shot down. That me naked, sort of, sitting here?!

... Not really, I believe those who revolves around bosses and stands without the need for our party meetings. Mediocrity. Talkers. Loafers.

Actions and deeds are one and the same.

... And this... silent I love silent ones. If a friend is silent - is a friend. If the enemy is the enemy. I respect them. They have a lot to learn.

It is very easy to advise others - be honest. And one by one everyone tries their dishonesty to twist honesty.

- Everything is so stupid and unprofessional that the work is almost completely impossible. It is impossible to understand the logic of the layman.
- Maybe he's a cunning professional?

Want a drink?
- No, thank you.
- What, do not drink?
- I am afraid that you are aware of my favorite cognac.
- Do not consider yourself a figure equal to Churchill. About him I know he loves Russian cognac more than any other. Well, don't want what you want. I'll have some.

This is your elegant chef learned in their University to dance and wear a tuxedo. And I still don't know how to eat an Apple is to cut it, or is there so, as is customary at my house: entirely. With bone.

They are all visionaries, our patrons. They can dream, they have no specific work. And guidance, maybe even a trained chimpanzee at the circus.

- You have a headache?
- From worries?
- From pressure.

Stirlitz, I'd like You to stay.

Clarity is one of the forms of complete fog.