Character: Nick Bilan

I drank a vodka tonic. The evening was quiet. A quiet evening in hell. And the earth was burning like rotten sticks, pierced by termites.

There's no winners. There is only the apparent winners. We are all chasing a kilogram of cake. Day-to-day. The only requirement seems to be - to survive. But I think this is not enough.

Sometimes things are exactly what they seem, and nothing to fuss.

But the life in man holds pain and misery. Or trying to avoid pain and troubles. This activity is daily and for the whole day, sometimes the night brings rest.

Of course, it's dangerous. In the light of day. But the danger in my element. It makes my already burning ears and wrinkled anus. You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor clumsy, he had to die twice. But I - Nick Bilan. On this carousel you allowed only once. Life could bold.

My eyes were blue, and shoes are old and no one liked me.

The definition of a decent neighborhood: a place to live you can't afford it.

The best periods of life - those when you're not doing anything, but just think about it, reflect. Let's say you've decided that life is meaningless, then it is not quite pointless, because you recognize the senselessness of it, and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. Understand what I'm saying? Optimisticheskii pessimism.