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A participant in a market economy must initially have the freedom to independently choose benefits. By acting in the interests of his own benefit, as well as choosing a way to achieve it, a participant in market production expands the choice for other participants who react to his choice, and he himself takes into account the actions of others. Therefore, a market economy can be defined as a continuous process of joint achievement of individual and social net benefits by its participants.

In the tapestry of life, each thread represents a choice, and the beauty of the pattern is revealed when we weave them with purpose and intention.

- And yet, someone must, that is, excuse me, we must...

And I’ll get to where everyone else is.

I'm ninety. In the 90s there was little choice: either become a bandit or become a journalist. It was later that these two professions merged.

Divina didn't answer. But Zimobor himself knew: Prince Vladogor chose the black fork - a short but glorious life. And only because of this the legend about him exists. No one now knows about all those who made a different choice.

- And I won’t go, I’ll stay.

Our life choices are not great at all.

And all these stupid people, Roderick... If you don’t want Ligadon, don’t buy it. If you don't want to get hooked, don't lean on it. They are angry that we made it available and desirable. You idiots, this is our job! These people... First they want a cheap lunch in five minutes, and then they whine that it's made of crap and plastic. McDonald's would only serve coleslaw if people ate it. It's there, but people don't buy it. We'll do research on AIDS, diabetes and heart disease, but first we'll figure out how to make old penises stand five minutes longer. What is the market share of sluggish members, Roderick? Sixty, seventy percent of the market belongs to the pharmaceutical industry? That year the Pentagon spent eighty-three million on Viagra. Meanwhile, the fucking Supreme Court is doing its thing: overturning women's constitutional right to abortion, taking away not only their choice, but their future, their potential. We turn men into inseminators, and women into factories producing what? - poor labor force. Which one will spend what? - the little that earns for consumption. And what desires do we inspire in them? - at home, which they cannot afford. Cars that poison the air. Disposable plastic. Clothes made by hungry children in third world countries. And they want it all so badly that they beg, scream, insist. And the problem... is us? These stupid monsters, these money-grubbers, these greedy mouths. They blame you and me for everything. They themselves invented us. They always needed us. So you and I have nothing to embarrass, brother. It's time to pay. So let’s not hide in the basement as if we have something to be ashamed of. No. Not for us. You and me against the world. Let death itself appear! If she wants damn Madeleine Usher, she should look me in the eye first.

The option that best suits current conditions is the right choice.

It is impossible to foresee everything in the world. And even more so - to bear the responsibility for others. Everyone chooses their own path. And sometimes nothing can force you to turn off that path. Neither any persuasion, nor great promises, nor mortal fear... For the only goal comes first. Even life itself.

Forge your own path. Respect your own choices.

I was hoping for a different answer. But I understand you.

His calculation was that the Power of the Protector would return him to the Rock of Completeness.