Character: Fyodor

And what about me, fight what? I can't fight, I have to lift these weights again, set a record.

- And for force drink morsa.
- And we'll eat something.

Are you wearing festive dress,
It you're an adult now completely.
Only yesterday, you were a classmate,
And today, what're you gonna do to me?
Us soon to be out of school want
We don't think about you,
That minute, this can not be undone,
The hour will not be repeated graduation!
From childhood to become adults in a hurry we
Hurry the school year...
In order to cherish the child we
Need to part with it forever!
Remember the past carefully
And disturbing Duma languishing:
Parting with a child, finally,
Maybe I'm breaking up with you?

- Get out of here before I kind. The juvenile psychopath! - He glanced at my MOP, but I did not move, so I stood and did not move.
I don't think so! Hodyut here all sorts, and then the spoons go missing!
- What are the spoons? - lost thief and blinked.
- Silver!

- Where are you, Fyodor?
- Chief, my expired passport.. fake... Moldovan...

For children and the disabled!
- And it is that children or people with disabilities?
- She is preparing to become a mother!
And I'm to be a father!

A compote?!

- Hands!
- Huh?!
- Wash?
- Oh, Yes, Yes, Yes...

Work is, as the term goes. Do not forget: you have the accounting in rubles, and I have in the day.

- Shura, you Komsomolets?
Yes.
- This is not our method!

Ah! Trouble is, four-eyes!

Oh, you sighted?! Now going blind!

Now people need pomyagshe. And questions look Shirshov.

And you come, darling me how spaceships plow the Bolshoi theatre...