Character: The warden

What the hell is so funny?! Even you wouldn't laugh at your own funeral!

Good luck! Good luck! And go to hell!

I could kick you, but will move aside. Then life itself you gall.

You have been given the chance to do something good, to change other people's lives for the better. And you know what? You screwed up. And the nasty fact that this moment, here and now - the peak of your worthless life.

Such as it is, the war fought in tight formation, belly crawling through the mud, blood and fear. And for that, eh? For guys with hair tongs? For the girls who have Asses hanging out of leggings?

You are like the foolish child who, furtively made their way into the pantry of the father, spends precious paint on a miserable daub.

Take their pain and cling tightly to it. Shove it deeper. Feel? You feel?! This is it! Like squeezing the guts heart. Get drunk on her. It's good for the soul.

- And then I heard that someone here decided to Rob a Bank...
- Not! No, I said... to pull the hose. A session of group Masturbation. Good old wanking dance!

Goodbye, Vladimir Sergeyevich. The paradox is that without You we feel bad, but You have not a good.