Character: the Marquis of Carabas

- The door, ' exclaimed Richard, don't! Don't open it! No matter what they'll do to us. Our lives are worth nothing!
- Actually, ' replied the Marquis, is my life worth something. But he's right - don't!

The night fell cold,
howled a hungry dog,
and the owl's wings flapped,
the wolves feet stamped.
Cried the boy strangled
dogs bitten by an evil,
frightened by scary masks
and different children's tales:
"Have mercy on me, o monster!
I'll tell you where the treasure is.
Buried heritage starushkino
under a stone on Pushkin square".

- Want to know what it's like to be dead? - he whispered. - Cold, my friend. It is dark and cold.

- Tell me what's so important you decided to die?
- For information, - has whispered the Marquis. - People tell you a lot more if you know you are going to die. And even more when you're already dead.

- Who do you work for?
Well, it's a pretty simple question, - said Mr. Croup. - We work for our employer, who does not want to reveal his name.

- I have always believed, sir, that the path of violence is the way of those good-for-nothing, and empty threats - a pathetic tool of the weak-minded.

- Can I ask? interrupted Richard.
- No, of course not, ' replied the Marquis. - So. No questions, no answers you still do not get it. Keep up with me on a step. And don't even try to understand what is happening. Okay?
But...
- And most important: no "but". Now, in a way. A beautiful lady in danger, said Karabas. - You can't lose. Forward!

- You nearly killed her - said Richard.
I would kill if I had no choice, ' returned the Marquis. But the choice was, and in such cases I prefer not to hurry. After all, a man cannot be brought back to life.

- What does each of us? - philosophically the Marquis of Carabas.
- Carrion, - said Mr. Vandemar. And teeth more.