Character: Vlad

Shit is a delicate matter, if you do not run in time, you can either get overwhelmed or crap.

- I envy the sun's rays.
Why?
They have the opportunity to caress your shoulders, and I don't.

The most necessary, valuable do you always carry with yourself, everything else is just scenery.

- Zhenyok, drooling pick! - I heard angry hissing Vlad.
- I can only look, kitty - conciliatory said the Satyr. - As in a Museum, you know?
- I understand, but saliva still pick up a similar nymph.

There's nothing worse than clinging to ghosts. Will remain with empty hands.

You know what the worst thing in life? To give up. This is the easiest. Is it difficult sitting on the bottom of the well, look up, and say that there is no salvation? Easy! Much more difficult to climb, break and try it again, centimeter by centimeter.