Character: Ishtar B.

- You had a difficult childhood. Poor you, my boy.
- Why is hard, embarrassed I replied. - Childhood as childhood.
- That's right, childhood as childhood - agreed Ishtar. - And therefore difficult. It is in our country at all difficult. To prepare a person for adult life. He will be so difficult that even fucking...

On the screen was a library club "Haute SOS". Or rather, my naked feet. Lozada on the empty sofa.
It's good that the camera was set so that I was in the picture not the whole. And that would be quite a shame.
The most disgusting was that on a nearby stool sat Enlil Maratovich. Ishtar somehow liked to call us on the carpet together.
- Well, - has not sustained Enlil Maratovich. - Will suffice. Outrageous. Frame Second, it is necessary to know the measure of the excess!
My opinion was screwed into the leg of the stool is like trying to find there is a gap, which could hide the soul.
"Darling," gently whispered Ishtar, in your edit, there is something so touching... It's so fresh...
- I don't know what they do, ' said Enlil Maratovich.
- I know, - answered Ishtar. - Do you eyes hide? Why are you complaining that I just sucked? And he left go? So strength is still there.
I'm not complaining, - I muttered.
He really does not complain, ' said Enlil Maratovich. - The guy kept a stiff upper lip. I couldn't do that. Can excuse me... What is time?
- Fifties, I guess.

You know what the main feature of humans as a biological species?
- What?
- People are constantly chasing visions that arise in my head. But for some reason they are chasing them inside the head, where these visions occur, but in the real physical world which vision overlap. And then, when the vision fades, the man stops and says, Oh, mom, what was it? Where am I and why do I like now? And this regularly happens not only with people, but entire civilizations. To live among illusions for a man as naturally as to a grasshopper, sitting in the grass.