You know, it never snows in this city. It's never hot. London is a city of whores and queers. I think London is to blame for what he is.
Our lines to Kabul are broken every two or three weeks. Why? The Americans. Fucking NATO.
How can I become king, if king is still in place?
My name is Tatiana. My father died in the mines in my village, so he was already buried when he died. We were all buried there. Buried under the soil of Russia. That is why I left, to find a better life.
- Nice bike. Ural. You don't see them anymore.
- It was my dad's.
- How much do you want for it?
- It has sentimental value.
- "Sentimental value." I've heard of that.
In Russian prisons your life story is written on your body in tattoos. You don't have tattoos, you don't exist.
I'm not sure I can carry on another day. Sometimes I think this is all a hallucination.